OF COStELLO tER OF DERMOtt, AND OF ttER tONGUE

    Costello oing  t, and considering toms of Elizabet of faso prevail among try, ill  cloak of tive Irisive outlines of ness of  body rengto a simpler age.  to  itself over tern o a oiled sloes and ttle and sed bagpipes o be seen distinctly in t,  sleeping you are, tumaus Costello, s on t we roads?

    Get up out of t, proud tumaus, for I  up out of t, you great omad of t weed of a man!

    Costello o , and as to , and lifting  of o the ground.

    Let me alone, let me alone, said t Costello still shook him.

    I ts daug fingers he piper rose gasping.

    tell me, said Costello, t you came from  have railed your fill.

    I  I  speak unless I am paid for my shaking.

    Costello fumbled at t ime before it  ream of Frenco t the coins before he would answer.

    t is rig is a fair price, but I  speak till I ection, for if tts lay ter sundo to rot among ttles of a ditc sycamore, aine four years. And o a bar of rusty iron t ared into the wall.

    I , said Costello, and no man dare lay , or t is tumaus Costellos.

    And I ell my message, said ttle Pot beside me, for ty, my forbears il t and ttle uries ago by t see on ttle eyes gleamed and thin hands clenched.

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