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Not so, Dungarren: I would I were dead, if it could save her life.

This good man, whose word is truth itself laid Murrey of Torwood in the grave with his own hands.

Did he examine the face of the corse which he so piously interred? I had changed clothes with my faithful servant. But it is a story tedious to tell; and can ye doubt his claims to identity, who, in the very act of making them, subjects his own life to the forfeit of the law?

By my faith! he is a condemned murderer, and will be required of our hands; keep well on the watch, that he may not escape.

She seems to revive; she will soon recover. (To .) And it was you who were with her on the heath, and in the cave?

It was I, Dungarren.

No apparition, no clandestine lover, but her own father!