"I ought to tell you that Mr. " "I don't mind the throuble," hesitated Terence, who was really a good-hearted fellow at the bottom; "and I'd like to sarve you if I could, for you look like a gentleman's son, and that goes a great way wi' me. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Unless he has killed someone.
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