She burst into tears. To have "Michael" taken from
her would be the last misfortune. She would indeed be alone in that
strange country. She was inconsolable.
O'Farrell, at last, took it on himself to get the dog ashore. He
would wrap him up in some sail cloths, and then he would carry
"Michael" outside the gates when the Customs' authorities had
examined her few belongings.
When they reached Liverpool O'Farrell was as good as his word,
though many were the anxious moments they had as one or other of the
Customs' officers would eye the suspicious package O'Farrell carried
so carelessly under his arm.
At the dock a distinguished-looking gentleman came on board and
after some considerable difficulty succeeded in locating Peg. He was
a well-dressed, soft-speaking, vigorous man of forty-five. He
inspired Peg with an instant dislike by his somewhat authoritative
and pompous manner. He introduced himself as Mr. Montgomery Hawkes,
the legal adviser for the Kingsnorth estate, and at once proceeded
to take charge of Peg as a matter of course.
Poor Peg felt ashamed of her poor little bag, containing just a few
changes of apparel, and her little paper bundle. She was mortified
when she walked down the gangway with the prosperous-looking lawyer
whilst extravagantly dressed people with piles of luggage dashed
here and there endeavouring to get it examined.
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