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loneliness of Drumgool had been the chief desire of 

 her heart for days past. She knew Sussex and 

 loved the country, and a great feeling of gratitude 

 towards Mr Dashwood, the provider of this means 

 of escape, welled up in her heart. 



" So," said Mr French, " we'll find our work cut 

 out to pack, and all before eleven o'clock to- 

 morrow morning. I'm sending Andy and Buck 

 Slane and the horses on by this night's train to 

 Dublin; he'll put up with them at Bourke's 

 Uvery stables. I'm leaving only Doolan behind 

 to look after the house. James, my agent, will 

 pay him his wages. I'm not even telling James 

 where I'm going. I want to make a clean sweep. 

 I'm safe till the debt to Lewis becomes due. If 

 that beast of a Giveen knew my address he'd put 

 Lewis's man on to me the minute he came here 

 claiming the money. I must cut myseK off as 

 completely from the place as if I was dead." 



" Well, there's one thing," said the girl. " If 

 you can get away from here without anyone know- 

 ing where you are going to they'll never dream of 

 looking for you in Sussex. I shouldn't think they 

 know the name of the place here. But can you? " 



" How do you mean? " 



" Well, you must take tickets at the station 

 here. You must take tickets to Dublin first of 

 all. Well, that's a clue to where you are going." 



" I've thought of that," said Mr French, with 

 a chuckle. "I'm going to take our tickets to 

 Tullagh; that's half-way. The express stops at 



