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Peebles had left the Conseltines barely half an hour when a message was brought to him in his pantry that Mr. Blake of Blake's Hall would be glad to have the pleasure of a word with him. Blake, being ushered into the old man's private room, immediately demanded whisky, and, having been supplied, inquired of Peebles what was the news concerning Moya.
‘I met Larry as I was coming here. Sure, he's like a madman, raving about the poor woman that must have been burned wid the mill, though sorra a chip of her bones or a rag of her dress have they found.'