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"He was not taking them to the train, I suppose?"
"He was not then, but up to Ballymoy House."
"Nonsense! He couldn't possibly have been taking them up to Ballymoy
House."
"It's what he said any way, for I asked him. And he told me that the
gentleman had it made up with the young lady that does be stopping
there beyond, the way he'd go and live with her."
"This," said Meldon, "is perfectly monstrous. I must go and see about
it at once. He has evidently been bullying that unfortunate Miss King,
coercing her with threats until she has agreed to board and lodge him.
I can't have that sort of thing going on under my very eyes. You'll
excuse me, Sabina, if I run away from you. It's absolutely necessary
that I should go up to Ballymoy House at once. I'll borrow Mr. Doyle's
bicycle again."
He went out through the back door into the yard, and found Doyle
stabling his pony.
"I suppose," he said, "that I can have your bicycle again. Affairs
have taken a turn which I'm bound to say I did not foresee. I have to
get at that judge as soon as possible. He seems to have been
ill-treating Miss King. I expected that he'd go for her over that
paraffin oil affair, but--"
"Amn't I telling you," said Doyle, "that she'd neither act nor part--"
"I know that; but the judge thinks she had, and he's-- You'd hardly
believe it, Doyle, but he's had the unparalleled insolence to go and
quarter himself on her in Ballymoy House.
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