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Updated: June 28, 2025
Between Dexter Allison's monopoly of his time and the persistence with which Miriam Burrell clung to Stephen O'Mara, Barbara Allison had opportunity for little more than a perfunctory word or two of greeting that afternoon, during the first hour or two that followed a jolting ride on the flat car which trundled them to the head of operations.
O'Mara could be believed, Eliza said that she could offer Nora Glynn more money than she was earning in Garranard. Until then he had only half listened to Mrs. O'Mara's chatter, for he disliked the woman her chatter amused him only as the chatter of a bird might; but when he heard that his sister was trying to get his schoolmistress away from him he had flared up.
Joe swung the horses up in a galloping curve and with one catlike leap, incredibly light for a man of his chunky build, was down from the seat and crashing through the bushes on the trail of that fugitive whose noisy flight had already become a faint crackle in the distance. Flame poured from Fat Joe's revolver. Two whiplike reports shattered the night quiet before Stephen O'Mara moved.
Oh, and it's five o'clock, and it takes an hour and a half to get back, though I borrowed the priest's housekeeper's bicycle." She sprang up, dropping from her lap the bundle of aprons which Marjorie had waited for. "Mind, Francis, I've not forgiven you yet," she called back. "When poor Mr. Logan is better I'll have the whole story out of him, or my name's not Margaret O'Mara."
One evening, after a long interview with her, in which he had been almost irresistibly prompted to declare his love, and had all but yielded himself up to the passionate impulse, upon his arrival at home he found a letter on the table awaiting his return; it was from his father to the following effect: 'To Richard O'Mara. 'September, 17 , L m, England.
He was thinking of Miriam Burrell's face and her last words to him: "I have heard, Mr. O'Mara, that you have once or twice fought your way out of the dark, when everybody else had lost hope. I want an opportunity to talk with a specialist in such campaigns!"
Richard O'Mara instantly questioned his comrade upon the subject of his anxiety; but Dwyer had nothing to communicate of a satisfactory nature. He had only time, while the captain had been engaged with Lady Emily and her companion, to say to Heathcote: 'Be secret, as you value your existence: everything will be right, if you be but secret.
"My man?" he murmured. "My man?" "Ours then," Allison corrected sharply. "Ours." Then he seemed to recollect himself and his voice became less abrupt. "Listen. This afternoon I had a talk with O'Mara. That is, I started to have a talk with him, but but he beat me to it.
"That is I and two or three others, including Mr. Elliott, our esteemed president." He mounted the steps heavily and stood contemplating the small hand still within the larger, browner one. "The introductions seem to have outstripped me," he remarked, "but er any objection to shaking hands with me, too, Mr. O'Mara?" Stephen laughed aloud. Allison's attempted lugubrity was really funny.
"Just before you and Uncle Cal came in we we were talking about the weather," the girl struggled on. "Mr. O'Mara predicted it would rain soon and I just wanted to ask him what made him think so." "Yes?" Allison temporized. It was very quiet for a moment. Steve sat, a little red of face himself, gazing across into the girl's starry eyes. "Go ahead!" she prompted him with a gasp.
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