She's now Mrs.John Quin.' 'Mrs.John Quin! Was there ANOTHER Mr.John Quin ?' asked I, quite wonder-stricken.
'No; the very same one, my boy.

He recovered from his wound.

The ball you hit him with was not likely to hurt him.

It was only made of tow.
Do you think the Bradys would let you kill fifteen hundred a year out of the family ?' And then Fagan further told me that, in order to get me out of the way--for the cowardly Englishman could never be brought to marry from fear of me--the plan of the duel had been arranged.

'But hit him you certainly did, Redmond, and with a fine thick plugget of tow; and the fellow was so frightened, that he was an hour in coming to.