I say, then, if you wish to die such a death, and to have time to repent of your sins, avoid coming across Shawn-na-Middogue above all men in the world.

I tell you this as a friend, and now you're warned." Woodward paused, and his face became black with a spirit of vengeance.
"How does it happen, Casey," he asked, "that you are able to give me such a warning?
You must have some particular information on the subject." "The only information I have on the subject is this--that you are set down among most people as the man who destroyed Grace Davoren, and not your brother; Shawn believes this, and on that account, I say, it will be well for you to avoid him.

He believes, too, that you have her concealed somewhere--although I don't think so; but if you have, Mr.
Woodward, it would be an act of great kindness--an act becomin' both a gentleman and a Christian--to restore the unfortunate girl to her parents." "I know no more about her than you do, Casey.

How could I?
Perhaps my poor brother, when he is capable of it, may be able to afford us some information on the subject.

As it is I know nothing of it, but I shall leave nothing undone to recover her if she be alive, or if the thing can be accomplished.