"'Deed, yer honour, and I don't be just knowing anything about it."
"I suppose the Landleaguers have had some of it."
"I suppose they have, thin; the black divil run away with them for Laaguers!"
"Have you quarrelled with the League, Con?"
"I have quarrelled with a'most of the things which is a-going at the present moment."
"I'm sorry for that, as quarrels with old friends are always bad."
"The Laague, then, isn't any such old friend of mine. I niver heerd of the Laague, not till nigh three years ago. What with Faynians, and moonlighters, and Home-Rulers, and now with thim Laaguers, they don't lave a por boy any pace."
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POSTSCRIPT.
In a preliminary note to the first volume I stated why this last-written novel of my father's was never completed. He had intended that Yorke Clayton should marry Edith Jones, that Frank Jones should marry Rachel O'Mahony, and that Lax should be hanged for the murder of Florian Jones; but no other coming incident, or further unravelling of the story, is known.