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"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. “You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica. A noise was next heard, as if some instrument were applied to the door with the intent to force it open, and Jack's fears were at once dispelled, At first, he had imagined they were officers of justice, come to convey him to a stronger prison: but the voice of one of the parties, which he recognised, convinced him they were his friends. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. ” “You need help and sympathy more, Anna,” he pleaded, “and I have the right, yes I have the right to offer you both. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'. " As he spoke, several shots were fired from the upper part of the house, and two men fell mortally wounded.
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