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Updated: June 4, 2025
Shall draw on you per next post, in favour of Messieurs John Drugget and company, at fourteen days, which doubt not your honouring, and am, Sir, your humble servant, 'SAM. COSGRAVE. "This was the letter, word for word. Guess, my dear girl guess how this letter affected me. You prefer the niece on account of her ready money!
His strength had cast its crudeness and had attained a certain grace the ease of absolute control and tried confidence in itself. He still dressed badly indifferently, rather but his body had toned down to the level of the fine hands, which he held loosely clasped upon the table. He looked at once very young and very fine drawn and, as Cosgrave thought, a little cruel.
"Look," he cried, "at the building Martin Cosgrave put up on the hill!" He moved to the cabin-door, his feet heavy upon the uneven ground as the feet of any of the generations of men who had ever gone that way before. He pressed the cabin-door with his fist. With a groan it went back shakily over the worn stone threshold, sticking when it was only a little way open.
And, bearing these insignia of vulgarity, he looked more than ever pathetic and over-delicate. Cosgrave was an idiot who had lost his balance. But Francey was another matter. The Francey who had asked "And are you a good little boy?" accepted Connie Edwards without question. Because it was ridiculous to be hurt about it Robert grew angry with her and frowned away from her, and talked to Mr.
And always at the back of his mind and blending itself with the work was the thought of a ship forging through the water at the harvest, a ship with white sails spread to the winds. Had not thought for the building come into his mind when dead things sprang to life in the resurrection of his hopes? Martin Cosgrave turned away from the gate.
He was much younger than the Robert Stonehouse who, proud in his mature strength, had dragged an exhausted, secretively smiling Cosgrave on his relentless pursuit young and insecure, with odd nameless rushes of emotion and desire and grief that had had no part in his ordered life. The hills had changed too. They had been the background to his exploits.
She gurgled over her cigarette, and Cosgrave smiled at everyone in turn, as though he had said aloud, "Isn't she a splendid joke?" He looked almost mystically happy. "Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven," Mr. Ricardo muttered. "Mark it, mark it, Robert the shallow thinking, shallow jesting, shallow living "
Not that it matters to you just now. You've got a slack time. You can afford to fool around." "You think I'm a milksop," Cosgrave said patiently, "I don't mind. I dare say it's true. There's not much fight in me. I don't seem able to do without people like you can. I think, sometimes, if I hadn't had you to back me up I'd never have been able to stick things. Of course, I'm not clever, either.
He could see Cosgrave and himself the little boys with bright eyes and feel the reverberations of their astonishment, their incredulous delight. For a moment they had held fast to the tail-end of the jolly marching procession, and then it had been ripped out of their feeble hands. But the procession went on.
"It's too steep, I'm telling you," the boy was saying. "What do you know about it?" "I know this much about it, that if a little child came running down that stairs he'd be apt to fall and break his neck." Then the two men went out, still arguing. Martin Cosgrave sat down on one of the steps of the stairs. A child running down the steps! His child! A child bearing his name!
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