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"
But
still
and
all
he
kept
on
saying
that
before
the
summer
was
over
he
'd
go
out
for
a
drive
one
fine
day
just
to
see
the
old
house
again
where
we
were
all
born
down
in
Irishtown
and
take
me
and
Nannie
with
him
.
If
we
could
only
get
one
of
them
new-fangled
carriages
that
makes
no
noise
that
Father
O'Rourke
told
him
about
,
them
with
the
rheumatic
wheels
,
for
the
day
cheap
--
he
said
,
at
Johnny
Rush
's
over
the
way
there
and
drive
out
the
three
of
us
together
of
a
Sunday
evening
.
He
had
his
mind
set
on
that
...
.
Poor
James
!
"
"
The
Lord
have
mercy
on
his
soul
!
"
said
my
aunt
.
Eliza
took
out
her
handkerchief
and
wiped
her
eyes
with
it
.
Then
she
put
it
back
again
in
her
pocket
and
gazed
into
the
empty
grate
for
some
time
without
speaking
.
"
He
was
too
scrupulous
always
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
duties
of
the
priesthood
was
too
much
for
him
.
And
then
his
life
was
,
you
might
say
,
crossed
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
my
aunt
.
"
He
was
a
disappointed
man
.
You
could
see
that
.
"
A
silence
took
possession
of
the
little
room
and
,
under
cover
of
it
,
I
approached
the
table
and
tasted
my
sherry
and
then
returned
quietly
to
my
chair
in
the
comer
.
Eliza
seemed
to
have
fallen
into
a
deep
revery
.
We
waited
respectfully
for
her
to
break
the
silence
:
and
after
a
long
pause
she
said
slowly
:
"
It
was
that
chalice
he
broke
...
.
That
was
the
beginning
of
it
.
Of
course
,
they
say
it
was
all
right
,
that
it
contained
nothing
,
I
mean
.
But
still
...
.
They
say
it
was
the
boy
's
fault
.
But
poor
James
was
so
nervous
,
God
be
merciful
to
him
!
"
"
And
was
that
it
?
"
said
my
aunt
.
"
I
heard
something
...
.
"
Eliza
nodded
