you feel it so."

CHAPTEK XXIV.--Raymond's Sense of Justice

--Voice of the Ideal--Poll Doolin's Remorse--Conversation on Irish
Property--Disclosure concerning Mary M'Laughlin

About dusk, on the evening of that day, Poll Doolin having put on her
black bonnet, prepared to go out upon some matter of a private nature,
as was clearly evident by her manner, and the cautious nature of all her
movements. Raymond, who eyed her closely, at length said--

"Take care now--don't harm them."

"Them!" replied Poll, "who do you mean by them?"

"The M'Loughlins--go and look at Mary, and then ask yourself why you
join the divil:--there now, that's one. Who saved me? do you know that,
or do you care? Very well, go now and join the divil, if you like, but I
know what I'll do some fine night. Here he leaped in a state of perfect
exultation from the ground.

"Why, what will you do?" said Poll.

"You'll not tell to-morrow," replied Raymond, "neither will any one
else; but I don't forget poor white-head, nor Mary M'Loughlin."

"Well, keep the house like a good boy," she said, "till I come back;
and, if anybody should come in, or ask where I am, say that I went up to
Jerry Hannigan's for soap and candles."

"Ay, but that's not true, because I know you're goin' to join the divil;
but, no matter--go there--you'll have his blessin' any how, and it's
long since he gave it to you--with his left hand. I wish I wasn't your
son--but no matther, no matther."

She then peeped out to see that the coast was clear, and finding that
all was safe, she turned her steps hurriedly and stealthily, in a
direction leading from, instead of to Castle Cumber. When she was gone,
Raymond immediately closed and bolted the door, and began as before, to
spring up in the air in a most singular and unaccountable manner.
The glee, however, which became apparent on his countenance, had an
expression of ferocity that was frightful; his eyes gleamed with fire,
his nostrils expanded, and a glare of terrible triumph lit up every
feature with something of a lurid light.

"Ha, ha!" he exclaimed, addressing, as some imaginary individual, an old
pillow which he caught up; "I have you at last--now, now, now; ha, you
have a throat, have you? I feel it now, now, now! Ay, that will do; hoo,
hoo--out with it, out with it; I see the tip of it only, but you must
give better measure ay, that's like it. Hee, hee, hee! Oh, there--that
same tongue never did you good, nor