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The son stooped and kissed them, humbly; then he replaced the sheet, and kissed the heavy brow, from which all the marks of the turmoil of life had been smoothed. "I believe he is near us," he whispered; he took a prayer-book from his pocket and knelt, his head resting on the covered form. Larry knelt also. If only Barty had not told him that abhorrent thing.
Barty and Larry here were in a very difficult position, and even though you and I might not have approved entirely of their action " "But, Doctor," interrupted Larry, bewildered, and dismayed, "You I thought you had advised Barty "
He had not, as yet, formulated these things to himself, but, on this turbulent afternoon, it was possibly some livelier apprehension of them that made him gravitate towards Barty Mangan, as towards a fellow pariah, and induced him to seek with him the far asylum of the schoolroom.
My father has them now, I mean," he corrected himself, "they're in my office. He said they were for me he as good as gave them to me." Barty slowly turned a dusky red. He thought of what his father had said of Mount Music, of Christian; the arrogance, the hateful facetiousness; he had felt as if brutal hands had been laid on a saint; even now, he shuddered in spirit as remembrance came to him.
Mr Villiers, however, was very sulky on this particular night, for his head still pained him, so Barty stared round the house in a supercilious manner, and sucked the nob of his cane for refreshment between the acts.
Further proof of the civic importance of Cluhir was found in the existence of a debating club of very advanced political views among its young men, of which Barty Mangan was secretary.
Before I forget it, I want you to take the car on Saturday I'll want it myself to-morrow and call upon Miss Coppinger. Barty can drive you. I got a wire awhile ago, and I have to go on the nine o'clock to-night to Broadhaven. It's that unfortunate Prendergast the Member. There's nothing can be done for the poor fellow, but whether or no, I must go."
"Larry's not like himself lately," said Barty, sitting down in his father's chair, and taking from his pocket a paper packet and extracting a crushed cigarette from it. "I think the loss of th' election disappointed him greatly." "'Twas well he had Tishy to console him," said Mrs. Mangan, "it was in the nick of time she cot him!" "It was," replied Barty, tepidly.
Barty came over to him; the two young men, with their common secret, suspected by neither, a secret that for one was a living ecstasy, and for the other an impossible ideal, stood silent, full of their own thoughts. Barty spoke first. "It's a wonder to me! I didn't think you could paint like that, Larry! I didn't think anyone could!" "Well, no more I can, really.
"I was talking to him a long while, the last time he was home," said Barty, looking up, with something smouldering in his voice, "he told me he was going to Oxford next October. It's well to be him!" he ended defiantly.
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