Unfortunately he did so, but had scarcely escaped, when a poor mendicant woman, coming in to ask alms, exclaimed--"Take care, good people, that you have not been robbed--I saw a man comin' out of the windy, and runnin' over toward Jemmy Campel's house"-- Campel being the name of the young man of whom her husband was jealous.
M'Ivor, now furious, ran towards Campel's, and meeting that person's servant-maid at the door, asked "if her master was at home." She replied, "Yes, he just came in this minute." "What direction did he come from ?" "From the direction of your own house," she answered.
It should be stated, however, that his wife, at once recollecting his jealousy, told him immediately that the person who had left the house was her brother; but he rushed on, and paid no attention whatsoever to her words.
From this period forward he never lived with her, but she has heard recently--no longer ago than last night--that he had associated himself with a woman named Eleanor M'Guirk, about thirty miles farther west from their original neighborhood, near a place called Glendhu, and it was at that place her brother was murdered.
Neither her anxieties nor her troubles, however, ended here.

When her husband left her, he took a daughter, their only child, then almost an infant, away with him, and contrived to circulate a report that he and she had gone to America.

After her return home, she followed her nephew to this neighborhood, and that accounted for her presence there.

So well, indeed, did he manage this matter, that she received a very contrite and affectionate letter, that had been sent, she thought, from Boston, desiring her to follow himself and the child there.

The deceit was successful.