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A last ray lit up a distant hillside, his shadow floated on the wet sand. The evening darkened rapidly, and he walked in a vague diffused light, inexpressibly sad to find Moran waiting for him at the end of an old cart-track, where the hawthorns grew out of a tumbled wall. He would keep Moran for supper. Moran was a human being, and 'I've come to see you, Gogarty; I don't know if I'm welcome.
There are times, Gogarty, when one doesn't want to think, when one's afraid, aren't there? when one wants to forget that one's alive. You've had that feeling, Gogarty. We all have it. And now I must be off. I must forget everything. I want to drink and to feel the miles passing under my feet. And on that he got up from the fire. 'Come, Moran, I won't hear you speak like that. 'Let me go.
A few days after he caught sight of her handwriting on his breakfast-table, and he sat reading the letter, to Catherine's annoyance, who said the rashers were getting cold. From Miss Nora Glynn to Father Oliver Gogarty. 'July 20, 19 .
Now you won't be thinking me a fool for having come to see you this evening, Gogarty? One never knows when one's impulses are true and when they're false. If I hadn't come the night when the drink craving was upon me, I shouldn't have been here now. 'You did quite right to come, Moran; we've talked of a great many things.
Come along, Gogarty, and give me some, and then I'll say good-bye to you for ever. 'Now what are you saying? 'Don't stand arguing with me, for you can't understand, Gogarty no one can; I can't myself. But it doesn't matter what anybody understands I'm done for. 'We'll have a bit of supper together. It will pass from you. 'Ah, you little know; and the priests walked up the hill in silence.
Had he not felt her breath upon his cheek? Her very perfume had floated past! There ... it had gone by again! No, it was not she only the syringa breathing in the window. From Father Oliver Gogarty to Father O'Grady. 'June 2, 19 .
It was a pleasant letter, and I should be sorry if you did not get it. Write to me about Italy about sunshine, about statues and pictures. 'Ever sincerely yours, From Father Oliver Gogarty to Miss Nora Glynn. 'October 20, 19 . 'I wrote last week apologizing for troubling you again with a letter, pleading that the melancholy of autumn and the falling of the leaf forced me to write to someone.
I shall be obliged to make a change soon, he said, turning away so that Catherine should not see the annoyance that he felt on his face. From Father Oliver Gogarty to Miss Nora Glynn. 'August 6, 19 . 'You said in your very kind letter, which I received a fortnight ago, and which I answered hastily, that on some future occasion you would perhaps tell me about the book Mr. Poole is writing.
At present I feel that it is better for you and better for me that it should cease. But you will not think hardly of me because I write you this. I am writing in your own interests, dear Father Gogarty. 'Very sincerely yours,
My life is not life but death, my voice is no voice but a wind, There is no colour in me, nor life, nor richness, nor health; But in tears and sorrow and weakness, without music, without sport, without power, I go into captivity and woe, and in the pain of my love of thee. From Father Oliver Gogarty to Miss Nora Glynn. 'March 12, 19 .
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