The Macdermots of Ballycloran

sobbed forth that God would receive him into his mercy; the bolt was drawn--and Thady Macdermot was soon no more. Not one human form appeared before the gaol that morning. Not even a passenger crossed over the bridge from half-past seven till after eight, as from thence one might just catch a glimpse of the front of the prison.

Plot closes on the hanging and the emptied bridge — agrarian crime line resolved as public silence — so plot scores 86.

tall, dark girl, with that bold, upright, well-poised figure, which is so peculiarly Irish. She walked as if all the blood of the old Irish Princes was in her veins: her step, at any rate, was princely. Feemy, also, had large, bright brown eyes, and long, soft, shining dark hair

Feemy cast as princely Irish beauty whose body announces the family's old-blood pride — the hinge of Ussher disaster — so cast scores 87.

we consider no apology necessary for requesting the reader to leap over with us the space of four months; but still, before we continue our tale from that date, it will be as well that we should give a short outline of the p

Explicit serial leap apologised as storyteller privilege — pace dilates then jumps toward verdict — so pace scores 80.

In the autumn, 184--, business took me into the West of Ireland, and, amongst other places, to the quiet little village of Drumsna, which is in the province of Connaught, County Leitrim, about 72 miles W.N.W. of Dublin, on the mail-coach road to Sligo.

Mile-marked Connaught census before romance — documentary Irish prose — so prose scores 84.

Mohill is a small country town, standing on no high road, nor on any thoroughfare from the metropolis; and therefore it owes to itself whatever importance it may possess--and, in truth, that is not much.

Off-road town of little importance — Irish locality as anti-picturesque world — so world scores 88.

CHAPTER I. BALLYCLORAN HOUSE AS FIRST SEEN BY THE AUTHOR. In the autumn, 184--, business took me into the West of Ireland, and, amongst other places, to the quiet little village of Drumsna

House-as-first-seen frame before family plot — ruin announced as sightseeing — so hook scores 86.

Not one human form appeared before the gaol that morning. Not even a passenger crossed over the bridge from half-past seven till after eight, as from thence one might just catch a glimpse of the front of the prison. At the end of the bridge stood three or four men guarding the street

Execution staged as communal refusal to watch — Irish tragedy as anti-spectacle — so innov scores 85.

On Saturday morning the little town of Carrick-on-Shannon again became quiet and, comparatively speaking, empty. The judges left it very early; most of the lawyers had taken wing and flown towards Sligo, seeking fresh quarries, on the previous evening. The jury were released, and had returned weary to their homes

Assize circus packs for Sligo; local silence after verdict — ending as institutional departure — so ending scores 84.