From the moment she heard of Lamh Laudher's challenge, and saw the funeral appendages with which the Dead Boxer had darkened the preparations for the fight, she felt her heart sink, from a consciousness that she had been indirectly the murderess of her lover.

Her countenance became ghastly pale, and her frame was seized with a tremor which she could hardly conceal.

She would have been glad to have shed tears, but tears were denied her.

Except the Boxer's wife, there was no one to whom she could disclose her misery; but alas! for once, that amiable creature was incapable of affording her consolation.
She herself, felt distress resulting from both the challenge, and her husband's jealousy, almost equal to that of Ellen.
"I know not how it is," said she, "but I cannot account for the interest I feel in that young man.

Yes, surely, it is natural, when we consider that I owe my life to him.