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Conn. "Well, I promised not to say a word about it. There it is" — giving her the note — "rade it fer yersilf."
"Oh, blessed day!" exclaimed Mrs. 0 'Kelly. "Is it to escape from jail he'd be thryin'T"
"There's goin'. to be a scrimmage, an' I'm not in it!" mourned Conn. "I'm to be sint away like this. It's too hard on me intoirely ! Oh, if I could find somebody to take my place an' fire the signal! I'd bring him out of jail this night if I had to tear
Immediately his arm was about his mother's neck, and, with the soft blarney for which he was famous, he was drawing her within the cottage. The door closed upon a rollicking song, and Claire greeted Captain Molineux, with a scheme forming behind the limpid eyes that set his heart aflutter. She knew the captain's feelings for her, and, forcing back a wave of reciprocal sentiment, she resolved to play upon those feelings, and keep him away from the barracks until Robert's escape was assured.
a hole in the wall wid my five fingers ! ' '
"I'll take your place!" cried Claire.
At this, Mrs. 0 'Kelly put up a wailing protest. "This is one of Conn's devilments, an' ye '11 all be murthered !"
"Will ye hould yer whisht?" admonished Conn.
' l No, I won 't ! I '11 go an ' inform agin ye before ye git into throuble," she threatened.
Claire went swiftly to Conn. "Here comes the captain," she said. "For heaven's sake, pacify her! She will betrav us ! "
The captain, trusting, and infatuated, was easily lured farther and farther from Ballyragget, until he stood with Claire on Rathgarron Head, and looked across the bay to the ruins of St. Bridget 's Abbey, gleaming silvery white in the moonlight.
Having succeeded with her ruse, she was revolted at the part that she had played. Impulsively she begged him to go, and confessed her duplicity. "Every tender word you have spoken has tortured me like poison ! Every throb in your honest heart has been a knife in mine!" she exclaimed, in a passion of remorse. "The blood that revolts in my heart against what