Knowing that their plants would flourish indoors as well as out, he stooped to lift the large cakes of moss in which their roots were set.

The woman, who wore a small pink shawl tied over her head and shoulders, came near to where he was stooping, and made no preface, but said: "He's dead, sir; or if he isn't, and if he should come back, O'Shea will kill him!" Caius did not need to ask of whom she spoke.
"Why ?" he asked.

"Why should O'Shea want to kill him ?" "It would kill her, sir, if he came back to her.

She couldn't abide him no ways, and O'Shea says it's as good one murder should be done as another, and if he was hung for it he wouldn't mind.

O'Shea's the sort of man that would keep his word.