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!"
Nell passed rapidly, and with evident indignation out of the room; nor
could any entreaty on the part of the Dead Boxer induce her to return
and prolong the dialogue.
She had said enough, however, to produce in his bosom torments almost
equal to those of the damned. In several of their preceding dialogues,
she had impressed him with a belief that young Lamh Laudher was the
person who had robbed his wife; and now to the hatred that originated in
a spirit of avarice, she added the deep and deadly one of jealousy. On
the other hand, the Dead Boxer had, in fact, begun to feel the influence
of Ellen Neil's beauty; and perhaps nothing would have given him greater
satisfaction than the removal of a woman whom he no longer loved, except
for those virtues which enabled him to accumulate money. And now, too,
had he an equal interest in the removal of his double rival, whom,
besides, he considered the spoliator of his hoarded property.
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