The woman warmly returned their greetings, but instantly felt her bosom heave with a hysterical oppression under which she sank into a state of insensibility.

Lamh Laudher More and his wife were proceeding to bring her towards the door for air, when Nell M'Collum insisted on a prior right to render her that service.

"Begone, you servant of the devil," exclaimed the old man, "your wicked breath is bad about any one else; you won!t lay a hand upon her." "Don't let her, for heaven's sake!" said his wife; "her eye will kill the woman!" "You are not aware," said the magistrate, "that this woman is her daughter ?" "Whose daughter, please your honor," said the old man indignantly.
"Nell M'Collum's," he returned.
"It's as false as hell!" rejoined O'Rorke, "beggin' your honor's pardon for sayin' so.

I mean it's false for Nell, if she says it.

Nell, sir, never had a daughter, an' she knows that; but she had a son, an' she knows best what became of him." Nell, however, resolved not to be deterred from getting-the stranger into her own hands.