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O'Rorke, who never feared man, shrunk from her touch, and shuddered under the influence of what had been, scarcely without an exception, called the "bad look." The crone held him tight, however, and there they stood, with their eyes fixed upon each other.
O'Rorke in expelling him: from the neighborhood. Mr. O'Rorke was a wealthy and a hospitable man, but the schoolmaster was neither the one nor the other.
"If you consult me," said the other, "perhaps it is best that every man should fight as he pleases. You decide that. I am the challenger." "Take your own way, then," said O'Rorke; "but you have a secret, black do you intend to use it?" "Certainly, young fellow." "I have my secret, too," said Lamh Laudher; "an' now I give you warning that I will put it in practice."
It's not my intention ever to think of prosecuting him. What I have done in the matter was against my own wishes." "God in heaven bless you for the words!" exclaimed the parents of O'Rorke, each pressing her hand with delight and gratitude. The woman warmly returned their greetings, but instantly felt her bosom heave with a hysterical oppression under which she sank into a state of insensibility.
"No, no," replied that gentleman; "go home, O'Rorke, and banish the idea out of your head; it is madness." "But I say yes, yes, with great respect to you, sir," observed Lamh Laudher. "I've been banished from my father's house, and treated with scorn by all that know me, because they think me a coward. Now I'll let them know I'm no coward." "But you will certainly be killed," said,the Sovereign.
"I'm here alone," said he; "is there any among you that will second me?" Hundreds immediately volunteered this office; but there was one who immediately sprung upon the stage, to the no small surprise of all present it was Meehaul Neil. He approached Lamh Laudher and extended his hand, which was received with cordiality. "Meehaul," said O'Rorke, "I thank you for this."
Nell ordered her to tear herself from O'Rorke and his wife: "Their hands are bad about you," she exclaimed, "and their son has robbed you, Mary. Lave them, I say, or it will be worse for you." The woman paid her no attention; on the contrary, she laid her head on the bosom of O'Rorke's wife, and wept as if her heart would break.
"Pray," said he to the father of our humble hero, "how do you know, O'Rorke, that Nell M'Collum never had a daughter?" "Right well, your honor. I knew her since she was a child; an' from that day to this she was never six months from this town at a time. No, no a son she had, but a daughter she never had." "Let me ask you, young man, on what business were you abroad last night?
Behind them, rising to the height of five steps, was a long staircase made of packets of cigarettes. "Sure, it's grand," said Sergeant O'Rorke; "and there isn't one only yourself, miss, who'd do all you be doing for the men." Miss Willmot's eyes softened. They were keen, grey eyes, not often given to expressing tender feeling.
"I must have this confirmed by herself" he said in reply to Nell's disclosure, "otherwise I shall be much more inclined to consider you the thief than O'Rorke, whose character has been hitherto unimpeachable and above suspicion."
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