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    Costellohadeupfromthefieldsandlayuponthegroundbeforethedoorofhissquaretower,restinghisheaduponhishandsandlookingatthesu,andsideringthecesoftheweather.ThoughthesofElizabethandJames,nowgoingoutoffashioninEngland,hadbeguntoprevailamory,hestillworethegreatcloakofthenativeIrish;andthesensitiveoutlinesofhisfadthegreatnessofhisibodyhadainglingofprideandstrengthwhichbelooasimplerage.Hiseyeswanderedfromthesuowherethelongwhiteroadlostitselfoverthesouth?westernhorizonandtoahorsemanwhotoiledslowlyupthehill.Afewmoreminutesandthehorsemanwasnearenoughforhislittleandshapelessbody,hislongIrishcloak,andthedilapidatedbagpipeshangingfromhisshoulders,andtherough?hairedgarronunderhim,tobeseendistinctlyinthegreydusk.Sosoonashehadewithinearshot,hebegang:Isitsleepingyouare,TumausCostello,wheermeheirheartsonthegreatwhiteroads?

    Getupoutofthat,proudTumaus,forIhavenews!Getupoutofthat,yougreatomadhaun!Shakeyourselfoutoftheearth,yougreatweedofaman!

    Costellohadrisentohisfeet,andasthepipercameuptohimseizedhimbytheneckofhisjacket,andliftinghimoutofhissaddlethrewhimontotheground.

    Letmealomealone,saidtheother,butCostellostillshookhim.

    IhavenewsfromDermottsdaughter,Winny,Thegreatfingerswereloosened,andthepiperrosegasping.

    Whydidyounottellme,saidCostello,thatyoucamefromher?Youmighthaverailedyourfill.

    Ihaveefromher,butIwillnotspeakunlessIampaidformyshaking.

    Costellofumbledatthebag