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Mr
Best
came
forward
,
amiable
,
towards
his
colleague
.
—
Haines
is
gone
,
he
said
.
—
Is
he
?
—
I
was
showing
him
Jubainville
’
s
book
.
He
’
s
quite
enthusiastic
,
don
’
t
you
know
,
about
Hyde
’
s
Lovesongs
of
Connacht
.
I
couldn
’
t
bring
him
in
to
hear
the
discussion
.
He
’
s
gone
to
Gill
’
s
to
buy
it
.
Bound
thee
forth
,
my
booklet
,
quick
To
greet
the
callous
public
.
Writ
,
I
ween
,
’
twas
not
my
wish
In
lean
unlovely
English
.
—
The
peatsmoke
is
going
to
his
head
,
John
Eglinton
opined
.
We
feel
in
England
.
Penitent
thief
.
Gone
.
I
smoked
his
baccy
.
Green
twinkling
stone
.
An
emerald
set
in
the
ring
of
the
sea
.
