Stories of Red Hanrahan by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats
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'That is the kind of talk he has been going on with for the last
hour,' said the man of the house, and Hanrahan turned his eyes from the old man as if he did not like to be looking at him. 'I got your message,' Hanrahan said then; '"he is in the barn with his three first cousins from Kilchriest," the messenger said, "and there are some of the neighbours with them."' 'It is my cousin over there is wanting to see you,' said the man of the house, and he called over a young frieze-coated man, who was listening to the song, and said, 'This is Red Hanrahan you have the message for.' 'It is a kind message, indeed,' said the young man, 'for it comes from your sweetheart, Mary Lavelle.' 'How would you get a message from her, and what do you know of her?' 'I don't know her, indeed, but I was in Loughrea yesterday, and a neighbour of hers that had some dealings with me was saying that she bade him send you word, if he met any one from this side in the market, that her mother has died from her, and if you have a mind yet to join with herself, she is willing to keep her word to you.' 'I will go to her indeed,' said Hanrahan. 'And she bade you make no delay, for if she has not a man in the house before the month is out, it is likely the little bit of land will be given to another.' |
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