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Chapter 21

           IknewthatImustbegettingclosetohisrealpurposeininvitingme.Forsomereasonhewantedmetohearthesethings,tobeimpressedbythem.Theywerenotcasualreminiscings.Thatwaswhythegoodnighthadfollowedsoabruptlyontheendofthestory-telling;hehadwantedtocreateafeelingofto-be-continued;toleavemeindoubtabouthim,speculating.Andthentherewerethefootsteps,awholetangleofunrelatedikonsandincidents,thephotoonthecuriosacabinet,obliquelooks,Alison,thelittlegirlcalledLilywithherheadinsunlightIwasabouttogotosleep.Atfirsthallucinatorilyfaint,impossibletopinpoint,itbegan.IthoughtitmustbecomingthroughthewallsfromagramophoneinConchs’sbedroom.Isatup,putmyeartothewall,listened.AndthenIleaptoutofbedandwenttothewindow.Itwascomingfromoutside,fromsomewherefartothenorth,wellupinthehillsamileormoreaway.Therewasnolight,nosoundexceptthecricketsnearby.Only,beyond,thisfaintestsoundofmen,alotofmen,singing.Ithoughtfishermen.Butwhyshouldtheybeinthehills?Thenshepherdsbutshepherdsaresolitaries.Itgrewimperceptiblyclearer,asifonagustofwindbuttherewasnowindswelling,thenfadingaway.IthoughtforanincrediblemomentthatIcaughtsomethingfamiliarinthesoundbutitcouldn’tbe.Anditsankaway,almosttocompletesilence.Andthenunimaginablethestrangenessofit,theshockofitthesoundswelledagainandIknewbeyonddoubtwhatwasbeingsungupthere.Itwas"Tipperary.

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