\"I don't think so. But, in the midst
of all her affliction, she has found a steady friend in Mr. "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. An enormous poster almost covered one side of the
wall—the poster. The walls were of immense
thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was
without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one
corner. She wondered even at this late
day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. ’ She shrugged fatalistically. But at
length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung
outward from the wall. “I do not think that he is quite dead. She turned them
down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur
lined chamber. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was
for once in her life perfectly natural. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll
ferret him out.
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