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"
A
pillar
of
the
Church
she
loved
more
than
any
living
being
,
"
he
repeated
more
clearly
still
;
he
was
not
one
to
turn
away
,
either
.
"
In
her
last
hour
she
was
alone
,
yet
she
was
not
alone
.
For
in
the
hour
of
our
death
Our
Lord
Jesus
Christ
is
with
us
,
within
us
,
bearing
the
burden
of
our
agony
.
Not
the
greatest
nor
the
humblest
living
being
dies
alone
,
and
death
is
sweet
.
We
are
gathered
here
to
pray
for
her
immortal
soul
,
that
she
whom
we
loved
in
life
shall
enjoy
her
just
and
eternal
reward
.
Let
us
pray
.
"
The
makeshift
coffin
was
so
covered
in
roses
it
could
not
be
seen
,
and
it
rested
upon
a
small
wheeled
cart
the
boys
had
cannibalized
from
various
pieces
of
farm
equipment
.
Even
so
,
with
the
windows
gaping
open
and
the
overpowering
scent
of
roses
,
they
could
smell
her
.
The
doctor
had
been
talking
,
too
.
"
When
I
reached
Drogheda
she
was
so
rotten
that
I
just
could
n't
hold
my
stomach
,
"
he
said
on
the
party
line
to
Martin
King
.
"
I
've
never
felt
so
sorry
for
anyone
in
all
my
life
as
I
did
then
for
Paddy
Cleary
,
not
only
because
he
's
been
done
out
of
Drogheda
but
because
he
had
to
shove
that
awful
seething
heap
in
a
coffin
.
"
"
Then
I
'm
not
volunteering
for
the
office
of
pallbearer
,
"
Martin
said
,
so
faintly
because
of
all
the
receivers
down
that
the
doctor
had
to
make
him
repeat
the
statement
three
times
before
he
understood
it
.
Hence
the
cart
;
no
one
was
willing
to
shoulder
the
remains
of
Mary
Carson
across
the
lawn
to
the
vault
.
And
no
one
was
sorry
when
the
vault
doors
were
closed
on
her
and
breathing
could
become
normal
at
last
.
While
the
mourners
clustered
in
the
big
dining
room
eating
,
or
trying
to
look
as
if
they
were
eating
,
Harry
Gough
conducted
Paddy
,
his
family
,
Father
Ralph
,
Mrs.
Smith
and
the
two
maids
to
the
drawing
room
.
None
of
the
mourners
had
any
intention
of
going
home
yet
,
hence
the
pretense
at
eating
;
they
wanted
to
be
on
hand
to
see
what
Paddy
looked
like
when
he
came
out
after
the
reading
of
the
will
.
To
do
him
and
his
family
justice
,
they
had
n't
comported
themselves
during
the
funeral
as
if
conscious
of
their
elevated
status
.
As
good-hearted
as
ever
,
Paddy
had
wept
for
his
sister
,
and
Fee
looked
exactly
as
she
always
did
,
as
if
she
did
n't
care
what
happened
to
her
.
"
Paddy
,
I
want
you
to
contest
,
"
Harry
Gough
said
after
he
had
read
the
amazing
document
through
in
a
hard
,
indignant
voice
.
"
The
wicked
old
bitch
!
"
said
Mrs.
Smith
;
though
she
liked
the
priest
,
she
was
fonder
by
far
of
the
Clearys
.
They
had
brought
babies
and
children
into
her
life
.
