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—
I
’
m
deeply
obliged
,
Mr
Lambert
,
the
clergyman
said
.
I
won
’
t
trespass
on
your
valuable
time
.
.
.
—
You
’
re
welcome
,
sir
,
Ned
Lambert
said
.
Drop
in
whenever
you
like
.
Next
week
,
say
.
Can
you
see
?
—
Yes
,
yes
.
Good
afternoon
,
Mr
Lambert
.
Very
pleased
to
have
met
you
.
—
Pleasure
is
mine
,
sir
,
Ned
Lambert
answered
.
He
followed
his
guest
to
the
outlet
and
then
whirled
his
lath
away
among
the
pillars
.
With
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
he
came
forth
slowly
into
Mary
’
s
abbey
where
draymen
were
loading
floats
with
sacks
of
carob
and
palmnut
meal
,
O
’
Connor
,
Wexford
.
He
stood
to
read
the
card
in
his
hand
.
—
The
reverend
Hugh
C
.
Love
,
Rathcoffey
.
Present
address
:
Saint
Michael
’
s
,
Sallins
.
Nice
young
chap
he
is
.
He
’
s
writing
a
book
about
the
Fitzgeralds
he
told
me
.
He
’
s
well
up
in
history
,
faith
.
The
young
woman
with
slow
care
detached
from
her
light
skirt
a
clinging
twig
.
—
I
thought
you
were
at
a
new
gunpowder
plot
,
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
said
.
Ned
Lambert
cracked
his
fingers
in
the
air
.
