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"
O
,
innocent
Amy
!
I
have
found
out
that
you
write
for
The
Daily
Express
.
Now
,
are
n't
you
ashamed
of
yourself
?
"
"
Why
should
I
be
ashamed
of
myself
?
"
asked
Gabriel
,
blinking
his
eyes
and
trying
to
smile
.
"
Well
,
I
'm
ashamed
of
you
,
"
said
Miss
Ivors
frankly
.
"
To
say
you
'd
write
for
a
paper
like
that
.
I
did
n't
think
you
were
a
West
Briton
.
"
A
look
of
perplexity
appeared
on
Gabriel
's
face
.
It
was
true
that
he
wrote
a
literary
column
every
Wednesday
in
The
Daily
Express
,
for
which
he
was
paid
fifteen
shillings
.
But
that
did
not
make
him
a
West
Briton
surely
.
The
books
he
received
for
review
were
almost
more
welcome
than
the
paltry
cheque
.
He
loved
to
feel
the
covers
and
turn
over
the
pages
of
newly
printed
books
.
Nearly
every
day
when
his
teaching
in
the
college
was
ended
he
used
to
wander
down
the
quays
to
the
second-hand
booksellers
,
to
Hickey
's
on
Bachelor
's
Walk
,
to
Web
's
or
Massey
's
on
Aston
's
Quay
,
or
to
O'Clohissey
's
in
the
bystreet
.
He
did
not
know
how
to
meet
her
charge
.
He
wanted
to
say
that
literature
was
above
politics
.
But
they
were
friends
of
many
years
'
standing
and
their
careers
had
been
parallel
,
first
at
the
University
and
then
as
teachers
:
he
could
not
risk
a
grandiose
phrase
with
her
.
He
continued
blinking
his
eyes
and
trying
to
smile
and
murmured
lamely
that
he
saw
nothing
political
in
writing
reviews
of
books
.
When
their
turn
to
cross
had
come
he
was
still
perplexed
and
inattentive
.
Miss
Ivors
promptly
took
his
hand
in
a
warm
grasp
and
said
in
a
soft
friendly
tone
:
"
Of
course
,
I
was
only
joking
.
Come
,
we
cross
now
.
"
When
they
were
together
again
she
spoke
of
the
University
question
and
Gabriel
felt
more
at
ease
.
A
friend
of
hers
had
shown
her
his
review
of
Browning
's
poems
.
That
was
how
she
had
found
out
the
secret
:
but
she
liked
the
review
immensely
.
Then
she
said
suddenly
:
"
O
,
Mr.
Conroy
,
will
you
come
for
an
excursion
to
the
Aran
Isles
this
summer
?
We
're
going
to
stay
there
a
whole
month
.
It
will
be
splendid
out
in
the
Atlantic
.
You
ought
to
come
.
Mr.
Clancy
is
coming
,
and
Mr.
Kilkelly
and
Kathleen
Kearney
.
It
would
be
splendid
for
Gretta
too
if
she
'd
come
.
She
's
from
Connacht
,
is
n't
she
?
"
