One day a friend of mine c of ter ting by, and, ed to love and lovemaking, sell your love affair.” took of een of tter ted many o tell ten o Queenstoo a an emigrant s o take Joo America. ting on a seat, crying miserably, and tanding up in front of is man o get I tly t ao le alk toget s arrive for some days; and t on outside cars very innocently and o be seen. last to break it to going to America, ser er t lover. Doran don’t marry young.”
ory got to ter joined In mockingly for Byrne’s good, fat ted t for Byrne’s good; and on to tell a letter telling of Byrne’s engagement to te keep from to America to find out, and tidings, none. More years by, and a fe matters on o go out to America again, and to begin o talk emigrants from t, and at last, “Did you ever er from Innis Rato a friend of mine, Jo sucreet in C to C a bit caken again after in train. S recognize asked o stay to dinner, saying t o meet anybody for all talk, I do not knoo cry, and s be angry. o ask soon after, never to see her again.
ory, ell t to Mr. Yeats, it, per ter said, “O a .” Alas! I , is to ponder over too muc bare suited for.
1902.