Still, the recollection of their former affection, and her knowledge of the oppression which had come upon himself and his family, induced her to hope that the principles of humanity could not have been altogether effaced from his heart.

Full of doubt and anxiety, therefore, she paused at the stile, against which she felt it necessary to lean for support, not without a touch of interest and somewhat of curiosity, to control the vague apprehensions which she could not help feeling.

We need scarcely inform the reader that the meeting on both sides was accidental and unexpected.
"Heavenly Father!" exclaimed Ellen, in a voice trembling with agitation, "is this Fergus O'Reilly that I see before me?
Fergus, ruined and undone!" She then looked cautiously about her, and added, "Fergus, the Rapparee!" "God bless me!" he exclaimed in return, "and may I ask, is this Ellen Connor on my path ?" "Well, I think I may say so, in one sense.

Sure enough, I am Ellen Connor; but, unfortunately, not the Ellen Connor that you wanst knew; neither, unfortunately again, are you the Fergus O'Reilly that I wanst knew.

We are both changed, Fergus--I into sorrow, and you into crime." "Ellen," said he, nearly as much agitated as herself, "I stand before you simply as Fergus O'Seilly, but not Fergus the Rapparee." "You will not deny your own words to my father," she replied.
"No, Ellen, I will not--they were true then, but, thank God, they are not true now." "How is that, Fergus ?" "Simply because I was a Rapparee when I spoke to your father; but I have left them, once and for ever." "How long have you left them ?" "Ever since that night.