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I had but one refuge in mind, Carter Brooks, and to him I fled on the wings of misery in the street car. I burst into his advertizing office like a furey. "Where is he?" I demanded. "Where have you and your plotting hidden him?" "Who? Beresford?" he asked in a placid maner. "He is at his hotel, I beleive, putting beefstake on a bad eye. Beleive me, Bab " "Beresford!"
He says Sis can't marry him, because he is sure there are plenty of things he could be doing in England, if not actualy fighting. "He could probably run a bus, and releace some one who can fight," he shouted. "Or he could at least do an honest day's work with his hands. Don't let me see him, that's all." "Do I understand that you forbid him the house?" Leila asked, in a cold furey.
He did not like to say even to himself that her face was no longer beautiful, but he knew that it was no longer the face for which Michael Furey had braved death. Perhaps she had not told him all the story. His eyes moved to the chair over which she had thrown some of her clothes. A petticoat string dangled to the floor.
And I don't say right out, that the reeson I have named is the one why they keep that place a lookin' so like furey, I said, MEBBY. But I will say this, that it is a wild-lookin' spot, and hombly. Wall, on the upper end on't, standin' up on the top of a sort of a hill, the Indian Encampment is encamped.
We used to go out together, walking, you know, Gabriel, like the way they do in the country. He was going to study singing only for his health. He had a very good voice, poor Michael Furey." "Well; and then?" asked Gabriel.
"Don't blush over such a confession," he said. "If it is true, be proud of it. Love is a wonderful thing. Never be ashamed of being in love, my child." "I am not in love," I cried with bitter furey. "Ah! Then it is not YOUR letter!" "I wrote it." "But to simulate a passion that does not exist that is sackrilege. It is " "Oh, stop talking," I cried, in a hunted tone. "I can't bear it.
"It was a person I used to know in Galway when I was living with my grandmother," she said. The smile passed away from Gabriel's face. A dull anger began to gather again at the back of his mind and the dull fires of his lust began to glow angrily in his veins. "Someone you were in love with?" he asked ironically. "It was a young boy I used to know," she answered, "named Michael Furey.
"I'm afraid I'll have to go help Miss Pierce and Miss Furey, Doctor," she said presently, standing up. "Our Miss Scott, who got married two years ago, used to be a perfect wonder at times like this! Here, little girl, little girl! You don't come to the classes, do you? No? Well, then, go back to your seat and wait you see!" She turned despairingly to Jim.
He tried to keep up his tone of cold interrogation, but his voice when he spoke was humble and indifferent. "I suppose you were in love with this Michael Furey, Gretta," he said. "I was great with him at that time," she said. Her voice was veiled and sad.
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