He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. She had never thought of him at all in that way before. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. “How do you feel?” she asked.
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