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"
Ah
,
but
look
how
hard
I
pray
for
you
!
"
"
If
Michael
had
only
had
half
your
wit
and
character
,
I
might
have
loved
him
,
"
she
said
abruptly
.
Her
face
changed
,
became
spiteful
.
"
Do
you
think
I
'm
without
a
relative
in
the
world
and
must
leave
my
money
and
my
land
to
Mother
Church
,
is
that
it
?
"
"
I
have
no
idea
,
"
he
said
tranquilly
,
pouring
himself
more
tea
.
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
have
a
brother
with
a
large
and
thriving
family
of
sons
.
"
"
How
nice
for
you
,
"
he
said
demurely
.
"
When
I
married
I
was
quite
without
worldly
goods
.
I
knew
I
'd
never
marry
well
in
Ireland
,
where
a
woman
has
to
have
breeding
and
background
to
catch
a
rich
husband
.
So
I
worked
my
fingers
to
the
bone
to
save
my
passage
money
to
a
land
where
the
rich
men
are
n't
so
fussy
.
All
I
had
when
I
got
here
were
a
face
and
a
figure
and
a
better
brain
than
women
are
supposed
to
have
,
and
they
were
adequate
to
catch
Michael
Carson
,
who
was
a
rich
fool
.
He
doted
on
me
until
the
day
he
died
.
"
"
And
your
brother
?
"
he
prompted
,
thinking
she
was
going
off
at
a
tangent
.
"
My
brother
is
eleven
years
younger
than
I
am
,
which
would
make
him
fifty-four
now
.
We
're
the
only
two
still
alive
.
I
hardly
know
him
;
he
was
a
small
child
when
I
left
Galway
.
At
present
he
lives
in
New
Zealand
,
though
if
he
emigrated
to
make
his
fortune
he
has
n't
succeeded
.
"
But
last
night
when
the
station
hand
brought
me
the
news
that
Arthur
Teviot
had
packed
his
traps
and
gone
,
I
suddenly
thought
of
Padraic
.
Here
I
am
,
not
getting
any
younger
,
with
no
family
around
me
.
And
it
occurred
to
me
that
Paddy
is
an
experienced
man
of
the
land
,
without
the
means
to
own
land
.
