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Payton, with his mouth open, glared at the speaker in a manner that at another time must have provoked him to laughter. "Isn't that the fact?" Asgill asked coldly. "The fact!" the other burst forth. "No, I'm cursed if it is! And you know it is not!
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"But we'll be better to be moving inside, I'm thinking," he continued. Payton assented. He was still brooding on his enemy, the Colonel, and his probable arrival on the morrow. Curse the man, he was thinking. Why couldn't he keep out of his way? "Take the Major in, McMurrough," Asgill said, who on his side was on tenter-hooks lest Flavia and Morty O'Beirne should arrive from the Tower.
With that word the speaker turned slowly, walked with an even pace to the door, and opened it, none gainsaying him. On the threshold he paused and looked back. Something, possibly some chord of superstition in his breast which his adversary's last words had touched, held Payton silent: and silent the Colonel's raised finger found him.
He had turned strangely pale at the moment of the insult. More than one of those who watched him curiously and of such were all in the room, Payton excepted and who noted the slow preciseness of his movements and the care with which he cleansed himself, albeit his hand shook, expected some extraordinary action.
Asgill cared, as has been said, little or nothing for the inheritance, but he swore that the other man should never live to possess the woman. "It is a pity," Payton meditated, "for, with his aid, I could take the girl, willing or unwilling. She'd not be the first Irish girl who has gone to her marriage across the pommel!"
But at that word "coward," though he knew it to be well deserved, his temper, sapped by the knowledge that love was forcing him into a position which reason repudiated, gave way, and he spoke his true thoughts. "What a d d bully you are, Payton!" he said, in his slowest tone. "Sure, and you insult the man's sister in your drink " "What's that to you?"
"Oh, d n! We have had enough of this!" he cried. "Sink all purchasers, I say!" And with a drunken crow he thrust his neighbour against the speaker, causing both to reel. How it happened no one saw whether Payton himself staggered in the act, or flung the wine wantonly; but somehow the contents of his glass flew over the Colonel's face and neckcloth. Half a dozen men rose from their seats.
Phelim's exclamation apprised the others that something was amiss, and they turned. "I left my snuff-box on the table," Payton said, with a sly grin. How much he had heard they could not tell. "Ha! there it is! Thank you. Sorry! Sorry, I am sure! Hope I don't trespass. Will you present me to your sister, Mr. McMurrough?"
Then he advanced, drawing his weapon as he moved, and fixing his eyes on Payton; who, for his part, reading the other's thoughts in his face for more than once he had seen that look put himself on his guard without a word. Asgill had no more than the rudimentary knowledge of the sword which was possessed in that day by all who wore it.
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