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Hamar, Kelson and Curtis. "Did you know," his friend remarked, "that the old statute, introduced in Henry the Fifth's reign against sorcery, has never been repealed?" "You don't mean to say so," Shiel cried excitedly a vague idea dawning on him. "Tell me all about it." "Well, that's rather a long order. For one thing, it imposes all kinds of penalties from capital punishment to fines.
"If I told John all I feel he'd understand. I believe he always has understood," she added with a far-off look. The draft was still crushed in her hand when she mounted the beloved horse, whose name now was Shiel. Presently she smoothed out the crumpled paper. "Yes, I'll take it; I'll put it by," she murmured. "John will keep on betting. He'll be broke some day and he'll need it, maybe."
"What have I done?" "Only perjured yourself," Shiel retorted. "The tale you told the judge was very different to the tale you told me, therefore it is impossible for us to continue our friendship.
But simple as Shiel was in many ways, he knew women better than the lawyer, and the exceedingly sweet expression Lilian Rosenberg had assumed, and which he knew to be quite foreign to her, filled him with misgivings. Nor was he mistaken. The evidence she gave was entirely in favour of the trio. The case for the prosecution was concluded. For the defence, Gerald Kirby, K.C., resorted to satire.
"I'll just show him," she said to herself, "what that uncivil tongue of his can do. He shall see that it can do him infinitely more harm than all Kelson's love-making. For one thing I'll spoil his chances with Gladys Martin; and I wonder if I could make use of what I know about him, as a means of getting friendly again with Shiel. At all events I'll try."
Besides, if she needed further excuse, she had no reason for supposing Shiel to be in love with her and had her father not spoken to her about it, she would not have remarked anything different in his glances, from the glances for the time being, perhaps, earnest enough bestowed upon her by other young men; which excuse, was, certainly, in Gladys's case, a more or less honest one.
Both man and woman now attacked Shiel, who, placing himself with his back against the railings, defended himself as best he could. The hour was late, there were no police about, and it seemed only too probable that the fracas would end in a tragedy.
As Shiel left the room he caught Lilian Rosenberg looking at him; and he saw that her eyes were full of sympathy. The acquaintance, thus begun, ripened. She went to see his pictures, they had tea together, and they spent many subsequent hours in each other's company.
Thomas Campbell, the Poet of Hope, always and everywhere the friend of freedom, threw open his New Monthly, to Shiel, and William Henry Curran, whose sketches of the Irish Bar and Bench, of Dublin politics, and the county elections of 1826, will live as long as any periodical papers of the day.
"If I told John all I feel he'd understand. I believe he always has understood," she added with a far-off look. The draft was still crushed in her hand when she mounted the beloved horse, whose name now was Shiel. Presently she smoothed out the crumpled paper. "Yes, I'll take it; I'll put it by," she murmured. "John will keep on betting. He'll be broke some day and he'll need it, maybe."
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