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And already the chill of the earthen floor was eating into his bones, already the damp of a hundred years was creeping over him. For the moment he lacked the spirit to rise and contend by movement against the one or the other. He sat gazing at the paper with dull eyes. For, after all, whose interests had he upheld? Whose cause had he supported against James McMurrough and his friends?
It had begun to rain as they returned along the edge of the lake. She dashed the tears from her eyes and was silent. "Sure, and you've got a fine colour, my girl," The McMurrough said. "Any news of the mare?" he continued, as he took the middle of the hearth and spread his skirts to the blaze, Asgill remaining in the background.
For as, still keeping her face averted that he might not see her tears, she turned the corner of the Tower to gain the door, her brother's head and shoulders rose above the level of the platform. As The McMurrough stepped on to the latter from the path, he was in time to see her skirt vanishing. He saw no more. But his suspicions were aroused.
Will you be telling them at once that you will be standing between him and harm, be he a heretic ten times over? For shame, man! Is it for raising the corp of old Sir Michael from his grave ye are?" The McMurrough looked sombrely at the big man. "On you be the risk," he said sullenly. "You know what you know." "I know that the seal in the cave and the seal on the wave are one!"
"And all sorts in it," The McMurrough cried, his tone more arrogant than before. Flavia glanced at him, frowning. "Let us have peace now," she said. "Peace? Sorrow a bit of war there's like to be in the present company!" the victor cried. And he began to whistle, amid an awkward silence.
That he could at the same time put his creditor under an obligation, and annoy him, had not been the least part of the temptation; while no one at Tralee believed the story sent down from Dublin. He did not credit it even now for more than two seconds. Then common sense, and his knowledge of Luke Asgill reassured him. "Eh! An awkward time, perhaps?" he repeated, looking at The McMurrough.
James McMurrough, tried and found wanting, where all favoured him, was not likely to rise above his nature where the odds were equal, and all men his rivals.
In a twinkling, before the men had grasped the truth, Flavia had sprung across the threshold, her arms were round her favourite's neck, she was covering its soft muzzle with kisses. "The saints defend us!" Uncle Ulick cried. "It is the mare!" In his surprise The McMurrough forgot himself, his rôle, the company. "D n!" he said.
"Needs must with so impulsive a gentleman," the Bishop said. He had not moved, but at a signal from him The McMurrough, the O'Beirnes and two of the other young men had thrust themselves forward. "You must give up your sword, Colonel Sullivan," he continued. The Colonel retreated a pace, and evinced more surprise than he felt. "Give up do you mean that I am a prisoner?" he cried.
"It was all of them! it was all!" "It was not all!" Colonel John retorted; but there was a keenness in his face which showed that he had still something to learn. "It was those two-on deck!" The McMurrough cried eagerly. "I swear it was! They said it was necessary." "They were one with you in condemning! Be it so! I believe you! But who spared?"
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