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Thinking so much of you as I do, of course I did notice it. Might I ask you why you did not go?" "I'd rather not say anything about it," she replied, after a pause. "Then there has been some reason? Dear Miss Mackenzie, I can assure you I do not ask you without a cause." "If you please, I will not speak upon that subject. I had much rather not, indeed, Mr Maguire."
"I wouldn't figure on that," observed the secretary, with a downward glance as though at the prostrate Raffles. "Have you looked to see if the trophies are all safe?" "Not yet," said Maguire, with a glance at the pseudo-antique cabinet in which he kept them.
Then, too, he was always looking for trouble and often finding it. In short, he was the "grouch" of the company. Mrs. Margaret Maguire was a motherly member of the troupe. She played "old woman" parts with real feeling, perhaps the more so as her two grandchildren, Tommy and Nellie, were dependent upon her. The youngsters usually went with the company, and were taken on the Florida trip.
"We've got some evidence that won't be sweet reading for you, and we're going to print it, if you take the nomination." "Tell Mr. Maguire he had better put his evidence in print at once. That I shall take the nomination." "And disgrace one of your best friends?" asked Curlew. Peter started slightly, and looked sharply at the man. "Ho, ho," said Curlew. "That bites, eh?
Did you not tell me that your name was Arthur, or Art Maguire? That you are Mr. S.'s messenger, and expect to be made his groom. And now you deny all this." "He's Phelim O'Toole," said the turnkey, "I'll swear to him; but if you wait for a minute, I'll soon prove it."
The prayer was begun immediately, Mr Stumfold taking this duty himself. Then Mr Maguire read half a chapter in the Bible, and after that Mr Stumfold explained it. Two ladies asked Mr Stumfold questions with great pertinacity, and these questions Mr Stumfold answered very freely, walking about the room the while, and laughing often as he submitted himself to their interrogations.
I would be waiting at the station on Monday, if I knew what train you would come by." This she received while at breakfast on the Monday morning, having sat down a little earlier than usual, in order that the tea-things might be taken away so as to make room for Mr Maguire. Of course she must go up to town instantly, by the first practicable train.
"I cannot answer for what you are latterly, Darby," replied Solomon "thank you, Tom," to Maguire, who had held his glass in his hand for some time, and at length hurriedly drank their healths; "but I know that the first spiritual nutrition you received, was at least from one who belonged to an Apostolical Church a voluntary Presbytery unpolluted by the mammon of unrighteousness, on which your Church of Ireland is established."
The reporters were not sworn to administer justice were not dressed in ermine were not bound to be men of legal ability, judicial calmness, wisdom, and impartiality but the judges were. Yet the unsworn reporters told the government Maguire was an innocent man; while judge and jury told the government swore to it that he was a guilty murderer! What was the government to do?
Maguire, who was Member for Cork, and Lord Mayor of the City into the bargain, was very influential in the promotion of a gas company. With the money he made out of it, he reared a rather lofty mansion, which was promptly christened the Lighthouse. All butter in Cork is sold at the wharves, and the casks are branded with the quality of the butter they contain.
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