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As
Maurice
reflected
,
a
fair
image
came
uppermost
in
his
mind
;
which
he
could
not
help
connecting
with
that
of
his
unknown
benefactor
.
Could
it
be
Louise
Poindexter
?
In
spite
of
certain
improbabilities
,
he
was
fain
to
believe
it
might
;
and
,
so
long
as
the
belief
lasted
,
his
heart
was
quivering
with
a
sweet
beatitude
.
As
he
continued
to
reflect
,
the
improbabilities
appeared
too
strong
for
this
pleasant
supposition
;
his
faith
became
overturned
;
and
there
remained
only
a
vague
unsubstantial
hope
.
"
A
gintleman
lift
it
,
"
spoke
the
Connemara
man
,
in
semi-soliloquy
.
"
A
gintleman
,
she
sez
;
a
kind
gintleman
,
I
say
!
Who
div
yez
think
he
was
,
masther
?
"
"
I
have
n't
the
slightest
idea
;
unless
it
may
have
been
some
of
the
officers
of
the
Port
;
though
I
could
hardly
expect
one
of
them
to
think
of
me
in
this
fashion
.
"
"
Nayther
yez
need
.
It
was
n't
wan
av
them
.
No
officer
,
or
gintleman
ayther
,
phut
them
things
in
the
basket
.
"
"
Why
do
you
think
that
?
"
"
Pwhy
div
I
think
it
!
Och
,
masther
!
is
it
yerself
to
ask
the
quistyun
?
Is
n't
there
the
smell
av
swate
fingers
about
it
?
Jist
look
at
the
nate
way
them
papers
is
tied
up
.
That
purty
kreel
was
niver
packed
by
the
hand
av
a
man
.
It
was
done
by
a
wuman
;
and
I
'll
warrant
a
raal
lady
at
that
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
Phelim
!
I
know
no
lady
who
should
take
so
much
interest
in
me
.
"
