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Strong and ladies," said he, with looks of great distraction, "I fear there will be no marriage here to-day. An accident, I believe, has happened to Sir Robert Whitecraft that will prevent his being a party in the ceremony, for this day at least." "An accident!" exclaimed the ladies and the clergyman. "Pray, Mr. Folliard, what is it? how did it happen?"
A couple of my neighbor Ashford's daughters will act as bridesmaids, and I myself will give her away: the marriage articles are drawn up, as you know, and there will be little time lost in signing them; and yet, it's a pity to but no matter be here at ten." Whitecraft took his leave in high spirits.
He was too cunning, however, to darken any part of the main argument so far as to prevent its drift from being fully understood, and thereby defeating his own purpose. We have said that Sir Robert Whitecraft was anything but a popular man and we might have added that, unless among his own clique of bigots and persecutors, he was decidedly unpopular among Protestants in general.
Whitecraft got home safe, a little before dusk, after putting his unfortunate horse to more than his natural speed. On his arrival he ordered wine to be brought, and sat down to meditate upon the most feasible plan for reinstating himself in the good graces of the new Government.
Smellpriest, however, differed from Whitecraft in many points; he was brave, though cruel, and addicted to deep potations.
His excellency, already aware of the startling but just demand which had been made by the French Ambassador, for the national insult by Whitecraft to his country, was himself startled and shocked by the atrocities of those blood-stained delinquents. His reply, however, was brief, but to the purpose.
Were it not for the shelter and protection which I myself received from one of them, my mangled body would probably be huddled down into some obscure grave, as a felon, and my property which is mine only by a necessary fiction and evasion of the law have passed into the hands of Sir Robert Whitecraft. I am wrong, however, in saying that it could. Mr.
"Curse him, look at the eye of him," said her father, pointing his cane at Lanigan; "it's like the eye of a sharp-shooter. What are you grinning at; you old scoundrel?" "Didn't you expect Sir Robert Whitecraft here to-day to marry Miss Folliard, sir?" "I did, sirra, and I do; he'll be here immediately." "Devil a foot he'll come to-day, I can tell you; and that's the way he treats your daughter!"
However, I give you credit, Whitecraft; for upon my soul I didn't think you knew half so much as you do. That last, however, is a tickler a nut that I can't crack. I wish I could only get my tongue about it, till I send it among the Grand Jury, and maybe there wouldn't be wigs on the green in making it out." "Yes, I fancy it would teach them a little supererogation." "A little what?
"My dear friends," said he, after he had entered the inner part of it, "you must disperse immediately. Hennessy has betrayed you, and if you remain here twenty-four hours longer, Sir Kobert Whitecraft and a party of military, guided, probably, by the treacherous scoundrel himself, will be upon you. The villain had a long interview with him, and gave a full detail of the cavern and its inmates."
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