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And the more I think of it, the more I am convinced that the type is familiar to me, and that, though I do not live in a fairy story, I have been among the Merrows. And further still that any one who pleases may go and see Coomara's cousins any day. There can be no doubt of it! I have seen a Merrow several Merrows.
Shriny never did come, though Mr. Croker says Coomara came to Jack. Perhaps, young readers, some of you have never read the story of the Soul Cages. It is a long one, and I am not going to repeat it here, only to say a word or two about it, for which I have a reason. Jack Dogherty so the story goes had always longed to see a Merrow.
''Tis no bad thing to have when one wants it, replied Dick; 'and may be now the fishes have the understanding to bring up whatever you bid them? 'Oh yes, said the Merrow, 'they bring me what I want.
Dick never married again, always thinking that the Merrow would sooner or later return to him, and nothing could ever persuade him but that her father the king kept her below by main force; 'for, said Dick, 'she surely would not of herself give up her husband and her children.
Then Sunday will be over, and on Monday he will go back to town." The pain of that end of the world turned her cold beneath the glow of the storm. Then life settled itself, very simply. She must go too, and work with him. She would tell him so on the way home, when the wind would let them talk. They turned their backs on the storm and ran down the hill towards Merrow.
"There's parts of them," said the man merrow, "that's more like Cork than Cork itself, and there's other parts of them that's no more like Cork than the sea here is like Cork Harbor." "But are there no places there," the King asked again, "like the country parts of Ireland, with the fields and the bogs and all?" "I can't tell you that," the merrow answered. "We've never been far on the land.
For that the spiny lobsters are thinking, and "thinking very seriously about something," you can no more doubt than Jack did about the Merrow. Ah! that is a wonderful pool. The first glimpse of the spiny lobsters is enough for any one who has read of Coomara. We are among the Merrows at last. I don't know that Coomara was a lobster, but I think he must have been a crustacean.
It was a fatal story for him to remember and recount; for, after his companions were asleep, the vision of the Merrow and Jack hobnobbing, and the idea of the jollity of it, rose before him, and excited a thirst for joviality not to be resisted. There were some green cocoa-nuts that he had plucked that day lying in a little heap under a tree half a dozen or so.
It fell on their heads more lightly; the wind was like soft wet kisses on their backs, as they tramped through Merrow, and up the lane to Windover. They all sat round the tea-table, and most of them were warm and sleepy from Sunday afternoon by the fire, but Barry and Gerda were warm and tingling from walking in the storm. Some people prefer one sensation, some the other.
Yet he could not help pitying her; and when the dumb thing looked up in his face, with her cheeks all moist with tears, 'twas enough to make any one feel, let alone Dick, who had ever and always, like most of his countrymen, a mighty tender heart of his own. 'Don't cry, my darling, said Dick Fitzgerald; but the Merrow, like any bold child, only cried the more for that.
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