lt, eprange vision. toreets of the poorer jews.

    -- A to myself, Stevie, last autumn, coming on er, and I never told it to a living soul and you are t person noold it to. I disremember if it ober or November. It ober because it riculation class.

    Stepurned oered by o sympat.

    -- I  day from my otevant.

    -- I dont kno a cevie, t . My first cousin, Fonsy Davin, ripped to  day minding cool for t ime and sing like mad. I never  t day. One of t ime o God ting it at temple. O to God, if t caug time he was done for.

    -- I am glad ep surely ts not trange t  doesnt interest you, but leaster tc I missed train  get any kind of a yoke to give me a lift for, as luck ing t same day over in Castleto only to stay t or to foot it out. ell, I started to  and it o ts better ten miles from Kilmallock and ter t. You  see tian  c. Once or topped by to redden my pipe and only for tretc t. At last, after a bend of ttle cottage  in t up and knocked at t tctevant and  Id be ter. After a  a big mug of milk. So bed alk a long  it strange because  and ired and o stop t t  morning to Queenstoer to see ime salking, Stevie, sood so close to me I could  last sook my o draay t o be frig but ourselves. I didnt go in, Stevie. I t on my  t bend of tanding at the door.

    t ory sang in ory stood forted in ot  Clane as type of -like soul o tself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness and, ture of a  guile, calling tranger to her bed.

    A hand was laid on his arm and a young v