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With their heads to the wall of the hut and their feet towards the fire were two sleeping-couches one of plain woodwork, in which slept the old woman; the other was Finola's. It was of bog-oak, polished as a looking-glass, and on it were carved flowers and birds of all kinds, that gleamed and shone in the light of the fire.
The manner of their fishing was this: to cut a long, straight sallow-tree rod, and having fastened a hook and one of Finola's hairs upon it, to put a quicken-tree berry upon the hook, and stand on the brink of the swift-flowing river, whence they drew out the shining-skinned, silver-sided salmon.
I declare to you I don't believe there was another screw left in the whole county of Mayo, and unless I took to selling him the asses I couldn't go on. Then I heard of this plan of your friend Finola's, and I determined to make a little coup and clear. I altered a cheque. The idiot was on his way to an out-of-the-way corner of Connemara looking for mounted infantry cobs.
But, when he looked downward, four worn bodies lay at the church door, and Kemoc wept sore. And the Saint ordered a wide grave to be digged close by the little church, and there were the children of Lir buried, Conn standing at Finola's right hand, and Fiacra at her left, and before her face her twin brother Aed.
Nowhere was a house to be seen, nor a tree, nor a flower, nor sign of any living thing. From morning till night, nor hum of bee, nor song of bird, nor voice of man, nor any sound fell on Finola's ear.
At the mention of Finola's name the dwarf's heart grew strong. "Yes," he said; "I am ready win or die. What is the price?" "Your left eye," said the fairy. And as soon as said he scooped out the eye, and put it in his pocket. The poor blind dwarf almost fainted with pain. "It's your last trial," said the fairy, "and now do what I tell you.
Besides, even if Crossan had suddenly developed symptoms of kindly idiocy, neither wood-carving or lace-making could possibly have made Rose's freckly faced young man rich enough to buy a gold brooch. The thing puzzled me nearly as much as did the Finola's midnight activity. All competent critics appear to agree that art ought to be kept entirely distinct from moral purposes.
Another cart bumped its way off the pier, and in a minute or two we saw it climbing the hill. Then the lights on the Finola's deck went out one by one. The boats ceased plying between the yacht and the shore. "I don't see why they should land fish in the middle of the night," said Marion. The activity of the people on the pier increased.
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