Then she turned with a little shrug of repulsion.
McTee must have made some humorous comment, for she turned to glance down at Harrigan again and this time she laughed.

Blind rage made the blood of the Irishman hot.

That gave him his last strength, but even this ran out.

Finally he knew that the next day was his last, and when that day came, he counted the hours.

They passed heavy-footed, as time goes for one condemned to die.