OF COSTELLO THE PROUD, OF OONA THE DAUGHTER OF DERMOTT, AND OF THE BITTER TONGUE
Costello had e up from the fields and lay upon the ground before the door of his square tower, resting his head upon his hands and looking at the su, and sidering the ces of the weather. Though the s of Elizabeth and James, now going out of fashion in England, had begun to prevail among the gentry, he still wore the great cloak of the native Irish; and the sensitive outlines of his fad the greatness of his i body had a ingling of pride and strength which beloo a simpler age. His eyes wandered from the suo where the long white road lost itself over the south?western horizon and to a horseman who toiled slowly up the hill. A few more minutes and the horseman was near enough for his little and shapeless body, his long Irish cloak, and the dilapidated bagpipes hanging from his shoulders, and the rough?haired garron under him, to be seen distinctly in the grey dusk. So soon as ……（内容加载失败！）
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