that of a man who was ready to sink to perdition for his wealth. "Devil!
and furies! where is it?"

"Where is it?" said the imperturbable Nell; "why, manim a yeah, man,
sure you don't think that I know where it is? I suspect that your
landlord's daughter, his real sweetheart, knows something about it; but
thin, you see, I can prove nothing; I only suspect. We must watch an'
wait. You know she wouldn't prosecute him."

"We will watch an' wait--but I'll finish him. Tell me, Nell--fury of
hell, woman--can it be possible--no--well--I'll murder him, though;
but can it be possible that she's guilty? eh? She wouldn't prosecute
him--No--no--she would not."

"She is not worthy of you, blackey. Lord save us! Well, troth, I
remimber whin you wor in Lord S--'s, you were a fine young man of your
color. I did something for the young lord in my way then, an' I used to
say, when I called to see her, that you wor a beauty, barrin' the face.
Sure enough, there was no lie in that. Well, that was before you tuck
to the fightin'; but I'm ravin'. Whisper, man. If you doubt what I'm
sayin', watch the north corner of the orchard about nine to-night, an'
you'll see a meetin' between her an' O'Rorke. God be wid you! I must
go."

"Stop!" said the Boxer; "don't--but do get a charm for the money."

"Good-by," said Nell; "_you_ a heart wid your money! No; _damnho sherry_
on the charm ever I'll get you till you show more spunk. You! My curse
on the money, man, when your disgrace is consarned!"