“ No! ” exclaimed Cashel, trying to open his eyes widely in his astonishment, but only succeeding with one, as the other was gradually closing. “ I tell you I have been fighting; and it ’ s illegal. You don ’ t want to see me in prison, do you? Confound him, ” he added, reverting to her question with sudden wrath; “ a steam-hammer wouldn ’ t kill him. You might as well hit a sack of nails. And all my money, my time, my training, and my day ’ s trouble gone for nothing! It ’ s enough to make a man cry. ”
“ Go, ” said Lydia, with uncontrollable disgust. “ And do not let me see which way you go. How dare you come to me? ”
The sponge-marks on Cashel ’ s face grew whiter, and he began, to pant heavily again. “ Very well, ” he said. “ I ’ ll go. There isn ’ t a boy in your stables that would g
