Sheppard is, without your information, Sir. The aspect of the place, so far as he
could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his
eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against
the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the
present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. But they were too late. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. "Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ould Ireland!"
"Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. She knew, or guessed his mission too,
for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him.
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