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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER XX
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Here, now," she added, having gone out upon the causeway, "what is it ?" "Why, devil a thing," he replied; "only you're a betther girl than I tuck you to be.

It's a pitiful case, this--a woful case at his time o' life.

Be heaventhers, but I'd rather a thousand times see Black Boy, your own precious father, swing, than this poor ould man." A moment's temporary fury was visible, but she paused, and it passed away; after which she returned slowly and thoughtfully into the cabin.
It is unnecessary to say, that almost immediately the general rumor of Dalton's arrest for the murder had gone through the whole parish, together with the fact that it was upon the evidence of the Black Prophet and Red Rody Duncan, that the proof of it had been brought home to him.

Upon the former occasion there had been nothing against him, but such circumstances of strong suspicion as justified the neighboring magistrates in having him taken into custody.

On this, however, the two men were ready to point out the identical spot where the body had been buried, and to identify it as that of Bartholomew Sullivan.


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