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CHAPTER XVII.
"You may as well drive me into Ballymoy, Doyle," said Meldon, as they
walked up together from the shore. "You've your trap with you, I
suppose?"
"I have, and I'll drive you of course, but I'll be expecting that
you'll do something when we get there the way the judge won't be
leaving the hotel altogether."
"You may put that out of your head at once," said Meldon, "for I'll do
nothing of the sort. I've already explained to you at some length that
my chief object at present is to chase away the judge, not only from
your hotel but from Ballymoy."
Doyle relapsed into a sulky silence. He did not speak again until he
and Meldon were half way into Ballymoy. Then he broke out suddenly.
"Any way," he said, "Sabina Gallagher won't spend another night under
my roof. She'll be off back to her mother as soon as ever she can get
her clothes packed. I'll give her a lesson that will cure her of
playing off tricks on the gentlemen that stops in my hotel."
"If you take that kind of revenge on Sabina," said Meldon, "you will be
doing an act of gross injustice for which you will be sorry up to the
day of your death.
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