ABSTRACT
Though sir Ulick O’Shane contrived to laugh on most occasions where other people would have wept, and though he had pretty well case-hardened his heart, yet he was shocked by the first news of the death of sir Herbert Annaly. He knew the man must die, he said - so must we all, sooner or later - but for the manner of his death, sir Ulick could not help feeling a secret pang. He felt conscious of having encouraged, or at least connived at, the practices of those wretches who had roused the generous / and just indignation of sir Herbert, and in pursuit of whom this fine young man had fallen a sacrifice.
