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She was grateful to the exigencies of the Service which made it absolutely necessary for Terry to be back in barracks next day. He had gone off after breakfast with Major Evelyn and Mr. Earnshaw, forbidding her to come to see him off. Sir Shawn, who was High Sheriff for the year and had to be in the county town for the opening of the Assizes, took the party to the station on his way.
At length, Shawn, feeling that his middogue had got entangled in his dress, which the water had closely contracted about it, rendering it difficult, distracted as he was by the contest, to extricate it, turned round and swam several strokes from his enemy, who, however, pursued him with the ferocity of one of the bloodhounds beside them.
'Weel, that's something as I think. An' until I'm sure that a man has had the trowth shawn till him in sic a way 's that, I canna alloo mysel' to think that hooever he may hae sinned, he has finally rejeckit the trowth.
"Yes," observed another, "she has friends here; but, then, she has enemies too, men who have a good right to hate the ground she walks on." "Whatever my opinion of Caterine Collins may be," said Shawn, "I will keep it to myself; I only say, that the man who injures her is no friend of mine. Isn't she a woman? And, surely, we are not to quarrel with, or injure a defenceless woman."
"It's the Leprecaun, sergeant," said Shawn in a whisper "he's got away when I was hitting the man there I forgot all about the Leprecaun: he must have run into the hedge. Oh, sergeant, dear, don't say anything to me now !" "Quick march," said the sergeant, and the four men moved on through the darkness in a silence, which was only skin deep.
"Shawn!" she said, "Shawn!" and there was a passionate tenderness in her voice, as she pressed his head against her heart. Then she let her arms fall and turned away, looking as though some sadness had clouded her joy. "Poor Terence!" she said. There was the same thought between them, but they left it unspoken.
She remembered the night of the Big Wind, when Shawn had been out, and the house had shaken in the first onslaught of the hurricane, before he came. There was a butler's pantry close to the drawing-room door which had always an open window. She had often stolen in there in the dark to listen for the sound of the mare's trot.
"Ay; but who the devil could he think of poisoning?" said Barney. "I see nobody he could wish to poison." "Maybe, for all that, the deed is done," replied Shawn. "Where, for instance, is unfortunate Granua? Who can tell that he hasn't dosed her?" "I believe him villain enough to do it," returned the other; "but still I don't think he did.
Grace Comerford ought not to have come back. Shawn was quite right. She ought not to have come back. "You are a very clever woman, Mary. But it seems to me a cheap novel kind of suggestion. I think we must face the thing as it is. I shall tell Terry to-night." Terry was told. He came to his mother's room after hearing the story. She had been expecting him.
Sir Shawn, coming down the stairs, did not notice the small figure by the fire in the hall, fast fading to ashes, the centre of a circle of adoring dogs, who had withdrawn themselves from Miss Creagh's unfriendliness. He went on to the drawing-room door. He too was attracted by the tableau. Nothing could have been prettier than the boy's bold advance, the girl's withdrawal.
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