'Hurt 'em, but don't quite kill 'em,' sez they; 'and then put 'em in jail and feed them on bread and wather.

That'll take the fine talkin' and patriotism out of them,' sez they." "They'll never take it out of me.

They may kill me, perhaps, but until they do they'll never silence me," murmured O'Connell in a voice so low, yet so bitter, that it startled Angela.
"Ye'll do that all in good time, me fine boy," said the busy little doctor.

"Here, take a pull at this," and he handed the patient a glass in which he had dropped a few crystals into some water.
As O'Connell drank the mixture Dr.McGinnis said in a whisper to Angela: "Let him have that every three hours: oftener if he wants to talk.
We've got to get his mind at rest.

A good sleep'll make a new man of him." "There's no danger ?" asked Angela in the same tone.
"None in the wurrld.