The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. "This gentleman brings us tidings of an old friend, my dear," said the carpenter. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. He slapped his knee. The truth was impossible, indecent. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" he cried, shouting after the Irishman, who took to his heels as soon as he found his murderous attempt unsuccessful; "you may run, but you'll not get out of my reach.
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