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There were some who scoffed behind his back, and said that Luke Asgill had had enough of carrying a sword and now wished no better than to be rid of it. But, in truth, as far as the man's reformation went, it was real. The devil was well, but he was not the devil he had been.
And "I wish I had never told you!" he added bitterly. "It's too late now," she replied. "Asgill could have managed it, and no one the wiser!" "I believe you!" she replied quickly. "But not you! Don't do it, James," she repeated, laying her hand on his arm and speaking with sudden heat. "Don't you do it! Don't!" "And we're to let the worst happen," he retorted, "and O'Hara perhaps be seized "
"'Tis not 'pho'! And in a week you'll know it, and be as glad to see his back as I should be to-day!" "What, a man who has not the spirit to go out with a gentleman!" "A man you mean," Asgill retorted, showing his greater shrewdness, "who has the spirit to say that he won't go out!" "Sure, and I've not much opinion of a man of that kind," McMurrough exclaimed. "I have.
The McMurrough, the O'Beirnes, and two or three strangers grim-looking men who had followed, a glance told him, the trade he had followed formed a group a little apart, yet near enough to be addressed. Asgill was not present, nor Flavia. "Good-morning, again," Colonel John said. And he bowed. "With all my heart, Colonel Sullivan," the priest answered cordially.
Thence he looked up and down the road with an air of scornful confidence that provoked Asgill beyond measure. The sun did not seem bright enough for him, nor the air scented to his liking. Finally he approached the Irishman, who, affecting to be engaged with his own thoughts, had kept his distance. "Is he ready?" he asked, with a sneer. With an effort Asgill controlled himself.
The house was astir, the June sunshine was pouring with the songs of birds through the windows, she heard one of the O'Beirnes stumble downstairs. Next Asgill opened his door and passed down. In a twinkling she slipped out and followed him. At the bottom of the staircase he turned, hearing her footstep behind him, but she made a sign to him to go on, and led him into the open air.
"Oh, but " Asgill began, perplexed but not surprised by her attitude "But here's your brother," he continued, relieved. "He will tell you he'll tell you, I'm sure, that nothing can be so harmful as to change now. Your sister," he went on, addressing The McMurrough, who had just descended the stairs, "she's wishing some one will go to the Colonel, and see if he's down a peg. But I'm telling her "
Early in November Washington performed the grateful task of setting Captain Asgill at liberty. Meantime the army, by whose toils and sufferings the country had been carried through the perils of the Revolution, remained unpaid, apparently disregarded by Congress and by the people whom they had delivered from oppression.
It was well for Luke Asgill, therefore, that none lived nearer than distant Tralee. It was still more fortunate for him that there was one in the house to whom the treatment of such a wound as his was an everyday matter, and who was guided in his practice less by the rules of the faculty than by those of experience and common sense.
The fiery little Frenchman disdained to give way, in a trice angry words passed, and partly out of mischief, for the moment was certainly not propitious Asgill repeated the proposal which Colonel John had just made. The Colonel had stood in the background during the debate about the mare, but thus challenged he stood forward. "It's a fair compromise," he argued.
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