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The letter had, of course, been produced, and as soon as the schoolmaster had taken his departure, McShane and his wife were in deep council. "I recollect," said Mrs McShane, who was crying in an easy chair "I recollect, now, that one day the boy came up and asked me the meaning of wilful murder, and I told him.
"Why, McShane, if the truth must be told, it will be something of a resurrection when it appears before me," replied O'Donahue; "I considered it dead and buried; and, like those who are dead and buried, it has been long forgotten."
Perhaps the more peculiar intimacy between O'Donahue and McShane, as a valet, assisted Dimitri in forming a good opinion of the former, as the hauteur and distance generally preserved by the English towards their domestics are very displeasing to the Continental servants, who, if permitted to be familiar, will not only serve you more faithfully, but be satisfied with more moderate wages.
"He would not have told me he belonged to the police if he wished to trap us," replied McShane. "That's very true, and on the whole I think we could not do better. But we are going on too fast; who knows whether she meant anything by what she said to me when we parted; or, if she did then, whether she may not have altered her mind since?" "Such things have been that's a fact, O'Donahue."
We wanted the story and wanted it at once, for we understood that Hughie went to bed with the crows and we stood in terror lest this huge bundle of pockets with its unearthly voice should vanish into thin air. "D'ye know McShane?" he asked. "Aye, middlin'." "Ax 'im what Hughie Thornton towld 'im wan night be th' hour ov midnight an' afther. Ax 'im, I say, an' he'll swear be th' Holy Virgin an' St.
"How it has been managed to make the boy appear as the party, I cannot tell; but knowing the father, and knowing the son, I'd stake my commission that I've guessed at the truth." "Poor boy!" exclaimed Mrs McShane; "well, the Commandments say that the sins of the father shall be visited upon the children. What can be done, McShane?"
The party descended the ladder, and as soon as Kathleen perceived that they were all down, she sprang out of bed and ran into her mother's room. Soon after I heard them depart. Mrs McShane made fast the door, and came up stairs. She first went to her own room, where poor Kathleen was crying bitterly from shame and excitement.
"I will be happy to see you and your good wife, McShane; health and happiness to you. Stop, while I ring for my little factotum to let you out." "By the bye, a sharp boy that, O'Donahue, with an eye as bright as a hawk. Where did you pick him up?" "In Saint James's Park." "Well, that's an odd place to hire a servant in." "Do you recollect Rushbrook in my company?"
Mrs McShane looked carefully out of the windows, holding the light to ascertain if there was anybody near, and, satisfied with her scrutiny, she then opened the door, and calling down the saints to protect me, shook hands with me, and I quitted the house. It was a dark cloudy night, and when I first went out, I was obliged to grope, for I could distinguish nothing.
When they rose the next morning, they found that the snow had just begun to fall fast. As soon as they had breakfasted they set out, nevertheless, and proceeded at the same pace. McShane telling Joey, who was, as well as himself, almost embedded in it before the day was half over, that it was "better than rain, at all events;" to be sure that was cold comfort, but any comfort is better than none.
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