The knot of the first slipped easily from the complication, but that of the black one, after gliding along from its respective ends, became hard and tight in the middle.
"_Tha sha marrho!_ life passes and death stays," she exclaimed.

"Andy Connor's dead, Meehaul Neil; an' you may tell your father that he must get some one else to look afther his sheep.

Ay! he's dead!--But that's past.

Meehaul, folly me; it's you I want, an' there's no time to be lost." She passed out as she spoke, leaving the waiter in a state of wonder at the extent of her knowledge, and of the awful means by which, in his opinion, she must have acquired it.
Meehaul, without uttering a syllable, immediately walked after her.

The pace at which she went was rapid and energetic, betokening a degree of agitation and interest on her part, for which he could not account.
As she had no object in bringing him far from the house, she availed herself of the first retired spot that presented itself, in order to disclose the purport of her visit.