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'For your wife's for your own sake for the love of Him in whose image you were made wrestle with the devil that possesses you, said John Jardine, when they had risen to leave the room, laying his hand affectionately upon Brian's shoulder. 'Believe me, victory is possible. 'Not now, Brian answered, with a semi-hysterical laugh. 'It is too late.
"No, no," cried Dino, earnestly. "How can you think so of a woman with a face like hers, of a man with a soul like Brian's? Even he has told me little; but he has told me more than he knows and I have guessed the rest. If I had not known before, your face would have told me all." "Tricked!" said Percival, falling back in his chair with a gesture of disgust. "I might have known as much.
But Angela's heart is perhaps only the more ready to bestow its tenderness upon the many who come to her for help the weak, the sickly, the sinful and the weary, for whom she spends herself and is not spent in vain. Little more than two years after Brian's marriage, Mrs. Luttrell died.
The result had been that a score of Brian's men had fallen, they had slain a full half of the O'Donnells, and the rest had been driven and scattered southward. Brian's men had plundered their camp and were weary, so that when they heard of what had chanced at the Black Tarn they were somewhat less than half willing to ride farther.
"Wotcher say, guv'nor?" queried the cabman again, turning his bleared eyes upon Sergeant Sowerby. "He said," interrupted Dunbar, "was Brian's cab empty?" "'Course it was," rapped Mr. Hamper, "'e 'd just dropped 'is fare at Palace Mansions."... "How do you know?" snapped Dunbar, suddenly, fixing his fierce eyes upon the face of the speaker. The cabman glared in beery truculence.
The old man was cunning and swift at piercing beneath the craft of other men and turning it back upon themselves; but as Brian's mind lost its bitterness at his own failure it gained joy at being with the Bird Daughter, while Nuala had no less friendship and liking for him, so that neither of them gave much thought to O'Donnell Dubh who lay in Galway and bided his time after his own fashion.
He gave him a good many moral maxims before he came to the story that he had to tell, and he pointed them by observing rather severely that if it were not for Brian's carelessness, his pupil might possibly have escaped the "accident" that had befallen him. With which prologue the Padre once more began his story. And this time Brian read it all.
Luttrell's door," said Angela, with a quiver in her sweet voice. "And Richard is not here! Where is Richard?" There was silence. "Something has happened to Richard? Some accident some " She stopped, looked at Brian's averted face, and shivered as if an icy wind had passed over her. Doctor Muir took the candle from her hand, then opened his lips to speak. But she stopped him.
These were the memories that would not let him sleep at night or take his ease in the world by day. He could not forget the past. There was another passenger on the boat who passed and repassed Brian several times, and looked at him with curious attention. Brian's face was one which was always apt to excite interest.
Finding Brian's influence still on the increase west of the Shannon, Malachy, in the year of our Lord 1000, threw two bridges across the Shannon, one at Athlone, the other at the present Lanesborough. This he did with the consent and assistance of O'Conor, but the issue was as usual he made the bridges, and Brian profited by them.
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