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Her jewellery lay molten with it. Her portrait had been torn from its frame. An intolerable fear possessed him. Drops of sweat hung on his forehead and his hands. He fled towards the town. He bit his finger-nails till they bled as he passed the house in the pines. He lifted his arm as if the flappings of The Crimson Flag were blows in his face. At last he passed Tom Liffey's hut.
Then he walked down to his mines with a miserable shame and anger at his heart. He did not pass The Crimson Flag. He went by another way. That evening, in the dusk, a woman knocked at Tom Liffey's door. He opened it. "Are you alone?" she said. "I am alone, lady." "I will come in," she added. "You will come in?" he faltered. She drew near him, and reached out and gently caught his hand.
'Faith, an' by the Liffey I wish I was this moment' Liffey's in ould Ireland, Frenchies! 'But, Kilquhanity, says he, 'faith, an' it's the Liffey we'll never see again, an' put that in yer pipe an' smoke it! And thrue for him. "But that night, aw that night! Ivery bone in me body was achin', and shure me heart was achin' too, for the poor b'ys that were fightin' hard an' gettin' little for it.
Then he walked down to his mines with a miserable shame and anger at his heart. He did not pass The Crimson Flag. He went by another way. That evening, in the dusk, a woman knocked at Tom Liffey's door. He opened it. "Are you alone"? she said. "I am alone, lady." "I will come in," she added. "You will come in"? he faltered. She drew near him, and reached out and gently caught his hand.
Her jewellery lay molten with it. Her portrait had been torn from its frame. An intolerable fear possessed him. Drops of sweat hung on his forehead and his hands. He fled towards the town. He bit his finger-nails till they bled as he passed the house in the pines. He lifted his arm as if the flappings of The Crimson Flag were blows in his face. At last he passed Tom Liffey's hut.
At such moments Ellen, with her velvety golden-brown eyes, and the bronze of her hair, was like the poet's 'Cluster of Nuts. I've heard the songs by Liffey's wave That maidens sung. They sang their land, the Saxon's slave, In Saxon tongue. Oh, bring me here that Gaelic dear Which cursed the Saxon foe. When thou didst charm my raptured ear Mo craoibhin cno!
'Faith, an' by the Liffey I wish I was this moment' Liffey's in ould Ireland, Frenchies! 'But, Kilquhanity, says he, 'faith, an' it's the Liffey we'll never see again, an' put that in yer pipe an' smoke it! And thrue for him. "But that night, aw that night! Ivery bone in me body was achin', and shure me heart was achin' too, for the poor b'ys that were fightin' hard an' gettin' little for it.
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