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The
hall-door
was
closed
;
and
Aunt
Kate
,
Aunt
Julia
and
Mary
Jane
came
down
the
hall
,
still
laughing
.
"
Well
,
is
n't
Freddy
terrible
?
"
said
Mary
Jane
.
"
He
's
really
terrible
.
"
Gabriel
said
nothing
but
pointed
up
the
stairs
towards
where
his
wife
was
standing
.
Now
that
the
hall-door
was
closed
the
voice
and
the
piano
could
be
heard
more
clearly
.
Gabriel
held
up
his
hand
for
them
to
be
silent
.
The
song
seemed
to
be
in
the
old
Irish
tonality
and
the
singer
seemed
uncertain
both
of
his
words
and
of
his
voice
.
The
voice
,
made
plaintive
by
distance
and
by
the
singer
's
hoarseness
,
faintly
illuminated
the
cadence
of
the
air
with
words
expressing
grief
:
O
,
the
rain
falls
on
my
heavy
locks
And
the
dew
wets
my
skin
,
My
babe
lies
cold
...
"
O
,
"
exclaimed
Mary
Jane
.
"
It
's
Bartell
D'Arcy
singing
and
he
would
n't
sing
all
the
night
.
O
,
I
'll
get
him
to
sing
a
song
before
he
goes
.
"
"
O
,
do
,
Mary
Jane
,
"
said
Aunt
Kate
.
Mary
Jane
brushed
past
the
others
and
ran
to
the
staircase
,
but
before
she
reached
it
the
singing
stopped
and
the
piano
was
closed
abruptly
.
"
O
,
what
a
pity
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Is
he
coming
down
,
Gretta
?
"
Gabriel
heard
his
wife
answer
yes
and
saw
her
come
down
towards
them
.
A
few
steps
behind
her
were
Mr.
Bartell
D'Arcy
and
Miss
O'Callaghan
.
"
O
,
Mr.
