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"About twenty-one, I suppose. Twenty-two twenty-one." "Is she pretty?" Devenish screwed up his lips lifted his shoulders. "Is she?" she reiterated. "Many people might not think so." "But you do?" "Well I suppose well, she's not what you'd call plain." "Ah, you won't tell me. She is pretty very pretty. Is she fair?" "Yes." "Fairer than I am?" "Well she has red hair, you see."

"I will tell you why I speak thus freely; and I must be brief, for the moments fly fast, and it is time we were on our way. The man I love is one Jack Devenish, of a place they call Figeon's Farm; and this very night, ere my father returns, I am to meet him; and he will carry me to his home and his mother, and there shall I lie hid in safety until such time as the priest may wed us.

To defend her case, just as the woman in the Courts had done, she told him of what Devenish had said; notwithstanding that she herself had pleaded with Devenish to repeat nothing of what had passed between them. Then, in the cold glittering of his eyes, she saw how she had doubly wronged her cause.

At Bangor, on the neck of the northern Ards; at Moville, where Lough Foyle spreads its inland sea; at Saul, where the first Messenger won his first convert; at Devenish Island amid the waters of Lough Erne; at Monasterboice in the plain of Louth; at Grlendalough, among the solemn hills of Wicklow; at Kildare, beneath the oak-woods; at Durrow, amid the central marshes, and many another ancient seat of learning, the way of wisdom and holiness was trod with gladness.

A note of warning despatched to Devenish would ensure his confirmation of all she had said. He had told her that if ever she needed a friend now indeed she wanted one. "What did you do then if you only came in half an hour ago? It's just one o'clock." A thought rushed exultingly to her mind that he was jealous jealous of Devenish. He had not seen her at all. This was jealousy.

Miss Devenish called me up on the phone, I remember, and said she was darned if she was going to spend the rest of her life maintaining an animal that might as well be stuffed for all the liveliness it showed, and that she was going right out to buy a white mouse instead. Fortunately, I talked her round. 'A few weeks later she came round and thanked me with tears in her eyes.

Before him, within the next few moments, Devenish could see the rising of a storm, and so he set his sails, kept a clear head, talked gently, almost beneath his breath, as if the matter were not of the import she found it. The jealousy of women was not unknown to him.

I shan't be a drag on you I promise you that. And if you're going to-morrow, wouldn't you stop just a little while and talk?" At any other moment the simplicity of that would have touched him; but the affection that Devenish had seen to be tiring had been snapped a thread in a flame when he had found her watching his actions, dogging his footsteps.

Knowing little of his life in society, refusing to meet his wife where he assured Devenish all friendships between man and man ended he had retained that predisposition towards friendship and in the light of it had spoken, as every man does to another who is his friend, in an open yet casual way about his life with Sally. "She lives with me," he had admitted. "If you'd rather not meet her, say so.

Devenish, of a good family in Dorsetshire. By the first he had a son; and by the second a daughter, married afterwards to Mr. Fane.

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