They were those of the Irish watchman. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthly thought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. Hark ye, Blueskin," continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear. I understand. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. When first you left your home you had no idea that I was the hidden impulse.
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