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Page 135 - I'd sooner he had her than the other one, for he's one of ourselves anyhow, and the devil you know is better than the devil you don't know.
Page 281 - He got up and stood with his back to the fire, his eyes staring abstractedly out of the window at the wintry park. "It is a great game, and you are the man for it, no doubt. But there are others who can play it, for soldiering to-day asks for the average rather than the exception in human nature. It is like a big machine where the parts are standardised.
Page 211 - He luted his arm to throw the medal away, but all the instinct of his faith made him stay his hand. He dropped it carefully into his waist coat pocket. He felt angry and sought round in his mind for a cause. Not with the superstition. That was even interesting. There might be a good deal of folk lore behind...
Page 386 - She bent her head so that he could not see her face, and bit her lips in an effort to control them. She straightened herself and faced him with shining eyes. " We'll wait,
Page 99 - Along the bog, however, on the east of the parish, and stretching up a spur of Slieve Mor, were many small holdings of reclaimed bog and mountain on which life was a constant struggle. And, by the sea, twenty or thirty families depended, half on miserable strips of bottom, half on precarious fishing in small boats on an unsafe shore. The Land Purchase Act had done something to better the...
Page 299 - A handful of jealous small farmers working together and sinking their differences, an old schoolmaster with ideals, a priest with a love of his people, a few women capable of sacrifice, a growing tolerance of the religious views of others. It may not seem much to you to build a nation on," Maurice wound up, "but it makes my faith unshakable.
Page 287 - He stood for a moment at the frowning entrance to a big demesne. He idly wondered who lived there. Then he laughed harshly. It was a convent, of course, or a monastery. All the big places round Dublin were occupied by priests or nuns. The long arm of Father Mahon stretched everywhere.
Page 287 - All the same, he thought one would have more trust in them if they were a little more like the religion they professed. There he was at his criticising again ! He stepped out quickly to shake off these thoughts.
Page 107 - The old lady soon made her appearance, with the teapot in one hand, and a plate of butter in the other. " Oh ! thank you,