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Extracted from Ormond by Maria Edgeworth, published by Appletree Press

Ormond
by Maria Edgeworth
Chapter One - part 6

Sir Ulick protracted the interval before the opening of the ball as long as he possibly could—but"in vain—the young gentlemen did not appear. Sir Ulick drew on his gloves. The broken strings of the violins were immediately found to be mended. Sir Ulick opened the ball himself with Miss Annaly, after making as handsome an apology for his son as the case would admit—an apology which was received by the young lady with the most graceful good nature. She declined dancing more than one dance, and Sir Ulicksat down between her and Lady Annaly, exerting all his powers of humour to divert them, at the expense of his cousin, the king of the Black Islands, whose tedious ferry, or whose claret, or more likely whose whiskey-punch was, he said, he was sure, the cause of Marcus's misdemeanour. It was now near twelve o'clock. Lady O'Shane, who had made many aggravating reflexions upon the disrespectful conduct of the young gentlemen, grew restless on another count. The gates were left open for them—the gates ought to be locked! There were disturbances in the country. "Pshaw!" Sir Ulick said. Opposite directions were given at opposite doors to two servants.
      "Dempsey, tell them they need not lock the gates till the young gentlemen come home, or at least, till one o'clock," said Sir Ulick.
      "Stone," said Lady O'Shane to her own man in a very low voice, "go down directly, and see that the gates are locked, and bring me the keys."
      Dempsey, an Irishman, who was half drunk, forgot to see or say any thing about it. Stone, an Englishman, went directly to obey his lady's commands, and the gates were locked, and the keys brought to her ladyship, who put them immediately into her work-table.
      Half an hour afterwards, as Lady O'Shane was sitting with her back to the glass door of the green-house, which opened into the ball-room, she was startled by a peremptory tap on the glass behind her; she turned, and saw young Ormond, pale as death, and stained with blood.
      "The keys of the gate instantly!" cried he, "for mercy's sake."

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