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       Chapter XLVII. "the Jolly Bowlers"—The Double Fray and the Flight

       Chapter XLVIII. The Stained Ruffles

       Chapter XLIX. Old Songs—The Unwelcome Listener—The Baronet's Pledge

       Chapter L. The Press in the Wall

       Chapter LI. Flora Guy

       Chapter LII. Of Mary Ashwoode's Walk to the Lonesome Well—And of What She Saw There—And Showing How Schemes of Peril Began to Close Around Her

       Chapter LIII. The Double Farewell

       Chapter LIV. The Two Chances—The Bribed Courier

       Chapter LV. The Fearful Visitant

       Chapter LVI. Ebenezer Shycock

       Chapter LVII. The Chaplain's Arrival at Morley Court—The Key—And the Booze in the Boudoir

       Chapter LVIII. The Signal

       Chapter LIX. Haste and Peril

       Chapter LX. The Untreasured Chamber

       Chapter LXI. The Cart and the Straw

       Chapter LXII. The Council—Showing What Advice Mr. Audley Gave, and How It Was Taken

       Chapter LXIII. Parting—The Sheltered Village, and the Journey's End

       Chapter LXIV. Mistress Martha and Black M'Guinness

       Chapter LXV. The Conference—Showing How Oliver French Burst Into a Rage and Flung His Cap on the Floor

       Chapter LXVI. The Bed-Chamber

       Chapter LXVII. The Expulsion

       Chapter LXVIII. The Fray

       Chapter LXIX. The Bolted Window

       Chapter LXX. The Baronet's Room

       Chapter LXXI. The Farewell

       Chapter LXXII. The Rope and the Riot in Gallows Green—And the Woods of Ardgillagh by Moonlight

       Chapter LXXIII. The Last Look

       Conclusion

       The "Cock and Anchor"—Two Horsemen—And a Supper by the Inn Fire

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      Some time within the first ten years of the last century, there stood in the fair city of Dublin, and in one of those sinuous and narrow streets which lay in the immediate vicinity of the Castle, a goodly and capacious hostelry, snug and sound, and withal carrying in its aspect something staid and aristocratic, and perhaps in nowise the less comfortable that it was rated, in point of fashion, somewhat obsolete. Its structure was quaint and antique; so much so, that had its counterpart presented itself within the precincts of "the Borough," it might fairly have passed itself off for the genuine old Tabard of Geoffry Chaucer.

      The front of the building, facing the street, rested upon a row of massive wooden blocks, set endwise, at intervals of some six or eight feet, and running parallel at about the same distance, to the wall of the lower story of the house, thus forming a kind of rude cloister or open corridor, running the whole length of the building.

      The spaces between these rude pillars were, by a light frame-work of timber, converted into a succession of arches; and by an application of the same ornamental process, the ceiling of this extended porch was made to carry a clumsy but not unpicturesque imitation of groining. Upon this open-work of timber, as we have already said, rested the second story of the building; protruding beyond which again, and supported upon beams whose projecting ends were carved into the semblance of heads hideous as the fantastic monsters of heraldry, arose the third story, presenting a series of tall and fancifully-shaped gables, decorated, like the rest of the building, with an abundance of grotesque timber-work. A wide passage, opening under the corridor which we have described, gave admission into the inn-yard, surrounded partly by the building itself, and partly by the stables and other offices connected with it. Viewed from a little distance, the old fabric presented by no means an unsightly or ungraceful aspect: on the contrary, its very irregularities and antiquity, however in reality objectionable, gave to it an air of comfort and almost of dignity to which many of its more pretending and modern competitors might in vain have aspired. Whether it was, that from the first the substantial fabric had asserted a conscious superiority over all the minor tenements which surrounded it, or that they in modest deference had gradually conceded to it the prominence which it deserved—whether, in short, it had always stood foremost, or that the street had slightly altered its course and gradually receded, leaving it behind, an immemorial and immovable landmark by which to measure the encroachments of ages—certain it is, that at the time we speak of, the sturdy hostelry stood many feet in advance of the line of houses which flanked it on either side, narrowing the street with a most aristocratic indifference to the comforts of the pedestrian public, thus forced to shift for life and limb, as best they might, among the vehicles and horses which then thronged the city streets—no doubt, too, often by the very difficulties which it presented, entrapping the over-cautious passenger, who preferred entering the harbour which its hospitable and capacious doorway offered, to encountering all the perils involved in doubling the point.

      Such as we have attempted to describe it, the old building stood more than a century since; and when the level sunbeams at eventide glinted brightly on its thousand miniature window panes, and upon the broad hanging panel, which bore, in the brightest hues and richest gilding, the portraiture of a Cock and Anchor; and when the warm, discoloured glow of sunset touched the time-worn front of the old building with a rich and cheery blush, even the most fastidious would have allowed that the object was no unpleasing one.

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