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He laid his damp cloak on a bench, hung up his hat and whip, and nodded to Ulick. "The Lord save us! is it you've brought her back?" the big man exclaimed. The Colonel nodded. "I thought" he looked towards the open door "it would please her to find the creature so!" The McMurrough stood speechless with mortification. It was Asgill who stepped forward and spoke.
Nor was it only the girl's devotion to her country and to her faith that lay sore wounded: her vanity suffered, and perhaps more keenly. The enterprise that was to have glorified the name of McMurrough, that was to have raised that fallen race, that was to have made that distant province blessed among the provinces of Ireland, had come to an end, derisive and contemptible, before it was born.
Well, that way he'd go, and little more talk, if 'twere well plotted." "But how?" The McMurrough asked nervously. "I will consider," Asgill answered. Easiness, the failing of the old-world Irishman, had been Uncle Ulick's bane through life. It was easiness which had induced him to condone a baseness in his nephew which he would have been the first to condemn in a stranger.
His face but the light was beginning to fail seemed a shade paler. "How did you know there was pike-drill?" he cried sharply. "I didn't tell you." "Hundreds know it." "But you!" McMurrough retorted. It was plain that he was disagreeably surprised. "Did you think I meant nothing when I said I played bonnet to it?" "You know a heap too much, Luke Asgill!" "And could make a good market of it?"
"Yet, faith, I'm not so sure if you're not a fool. For it's certain I am, you'll never touch so much as the sole of her foot without me." "I'm not denying it," the other answered sulkily. "So it's mighty little use your wishing me away!" The McMurrough continued, stretching himself at his ease. "You can't get her without me; nor at all, at all, but on my terms!
"With a Spanish ship off the coast," Asgill answered, "and you know who likely to land, and a preaching, may be, next Sunday, and pike-drill at the Carraghalin to follow man, in three days you may have smoking roof-trees, and 'twill be too late to cry 'Hold! Stop, I say, stop while you can, and before you've all Kerry in a flame!" James McMurrough turned with a start.
Luke Asgill, who could rise as much above The McMurrough as he had it in him to fall below him, who was as wicked as James was weak, was redeemed, one may believe, by the good that lurked in him. He lay many weeks on a sick-bed, and returned to everyday life another man. For, whereas he had succumbed, a passionate lover of Flavia, he rose wholly cured of that passion.
And that being so, I must certainly ask you to lend me the weight of your authority." "And I will be d d if I do!" Asgill cried. There was a change in his tone, and the reason was not far to seek. "Here's The McMurrough," he continued, "and he'll say!" They all turned and looked along the road which ran by the edge of the lake.
If there were such a man, oh! cowardly, mean, and miserable he seemed to Flavia McMurrough. And much she marvelled at the patience, the consideration, the arguments which the silver-tongued ecclesiastic brought to bear upon him. She longed, with a face glowing with indignation, to disown him in word and deed. She longed to denounce him, to defy him, to bid him begone, and do his worst.
And why, I'd like to know? 'Tis a grand trade, and has served us well since I can remember! Why can't you take what's fair out of it, and let the poor devil of a sea-captain that's supplied many an honest man's table have his own, and go his way? Take my word for it, it's ruing it you'll be, when all's done." "It's not from Crosby of Castlemaine I'll rue it!" James McMurrough answered arrogantly.
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