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Costello had risen to his feet, and as the piper came up to him seized him by the neck of his jacket, and lifting him out of his saddle threw him on to the ground. 'Let me alone, let me alone, said the other, but Costello still shook him. 'I have news from Dermott's daughter, Winny, The great fingers were loosened, and the piper rose gasping.
Beresford being worse so much worse that his granddaughter had been sent for hastily, and, as every one supposed, for the last time; but it was just as peremptory as any former one, in declaring that nothing could or should prevent the writer from seeking for, and finding Lucia wherever she might be, the moment he was free to leave England. Mrs. Costello read this note with some uneasiness.
"Lucia used to come to me every day. I was ill, and her visits were my great pleasure; she came and talked or read to me, with her mind full all the while of that horrible idea." "She knew that it was her father?" asked Maurice. "I wonder Mrs. Costello, after having kept the truth from Lucia so long, should have told her all just then." Bella looked at him inquiringly.
"I don't know; I believe I am forgetting England and everything about it. Do you know that I ought to be there now?" "Ought? that is a very serious word. But you are not going yet?" "Not just yet. Miss Costello, your mother is an Englishwoman, why don't you persuade her to bring you to England." "My mother will never go to England."
'I come, answered Costello, 'because when in the time of Costello De Angalo my forbears overcame your forbears and afterwards made peace, a compact was made that a Costello might go with his body-servants and his piper to every feast given by a Dermott for ever, and a Dermott with his body-servants and his piper to every feast given by a Costello for ever.
Costello finally, "she says you don't give it to her thumpin' enough; she wants ragtime or she can't work." "I will do my best," said the old man simply. "I try hard to please her; indeed I do!" "I know you do, I know you do, profess'! But, say, you can't do anything with them guys! You know I like you, you've got such damned elegant manners the gentleman all over.
Costello stroked back gently the soft black locks which were falling loose over her lap. "You are a child, Lucia. I have never been in any haste for you to be otherwise." "But I am not such a child, really, mamma. Sixteen and a half! I ought to be very nearly a woman." Mrs. Costello sighed. "You will be a woman soon enough, my darling, be content as to that."
Costello began to talk about indifferent subjects by way of trying to lift for a moment the oppressive weight of thought which seemed almost to stupefy her. But the effort was to little purpose, and by the time they reached the door of the prison she was so excessively pale, and looked so faint and ill, that Mr. Strafford almost repented of his advice.
"Never mind, I shall soon learn," she said in the most valiant manner; but, alas! for the present, she was almost helpless, and Mrs. Costello had to arrange, bargain, and interpret for both. They wound up their day's business by a little shopping, which, like everything else, was new to Lucia.
Costello was sitting at work by the table where the light fell brightly, but Lucia was glad that the lamp-shade threw most of the room into comparative darkness. Even as it was, she came with shy lingering steps to her mother's side, and was in no hurry to answer her question, "Where have you been loitering so long?" "I have been at the gate some time," she said. "It is so pleasant out of doors."
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