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In Ireland all these years?

Be not so hastv. That coast I never reached: a violent storm drove our vessel out to sea, where she was boarded and captured by a pirate. My varied tale, dear Murrey, you shall hear on a fitter occasion. Thank God that I am now here! and have this day accompanied my friend (pointing to the Officer) on his public errand, still in time to save thee. For hearing, on my return to England, some weeks ago, thy sad story, how thou hadst been condemned, hadst made thy escape from prison, how thy dead body was found in a pit, and interred,—I was in no hurry to proceed northwards, as the justification of thy memory could not be disappointed.

Thou shouldst not have suffered even my memory to rest under such imputation,—no, not an hour.

Dear father, be not so stern when deliverance,—a blessed deliverance,—is sent to thee. See; there is a tear in his eye. It was not want of friendship that detained him.

I thank thee, sweet lady, for taking my part.