’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. ‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired. He had an objective now. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. Almost light-heartedly. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection.
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