Even on a first glance
there appeared to be something repulsive in her features, which had
evidently been much exposed to sun and storm. By a closer inspection one
might detect upon their hard angular outline, a character of cruelty and
intrepidity. Though her large cheek-bones stood widely asunder, yet her
gray piercing eyes were very near each other; her nose was short and
sadly disfigured by a scar that ran tranversely across it, and her chin,
though pointed, was also deficient in length. Altogether, her whole
person had something peculiar and marked about it--so much so, indeed,
that it was impossible to meet her without feeling she was a female of
no ordinary character and habits.
Lamh Laudher had been, as we have said, advancing slowly along the
craggy road which led towards the town, when she issued from an
adjoining cabin and approached him. The moment he noticed her he stood
still, as if to let her pass and uttered one single exclamation of
chagrin and anger.
"_Ma shaughth milia mollach ort, a calliagh!_ My seven thousand curses
on you for an old hag," said he, and haying thus given vent to his
indignation at her appearance, he began to retrace his steps as if
unwilling to meet her.
"The son of your father needn't lay the curse upon us so bitterly all
out, Lamh Laudher!" she exclaimed, pacing at the same time with vigorous
steps until she overtook him.
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