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           Awonderfulmanreally.

           FatherConmeewasverygladtoseethewifeofMrDavidSheehyM.P.IookingsowellandhebeggedtoberememberedtoMrDavidSheehyM.P.Yes,hewouldcertainlycall.

           —Goodafternoon,MrsSheehy.

           FatherConmeedoffedhissilkhatandsmiled,ashetookleave,atthejetbeadsofhermantillainkshininginthesun.Andsmiledyetagain,ingoing.Hehadcleanedhisteeth,heknew,witharecanutpaste.

           FatherConmeewalkedand,walking,smiledforhethoughtonFatherBernardVaughan’sdrolleyesandcockneyvoice.

           —Pilate!Wydon’tyouoldbackthatowlinmob?

           Azealousman,however.Reallyhewas.Andreallydidgreatgoodinhisway.Beyondadoubt.HelovedIreland,hesaid,andhelovedtheIrish.Ofgoodfamilytoowouldonethinkit?Welsh,weretheynot?

           O,lestheforget.Thatlettertofatherprovincial.

           FatherConmeestoppedthreelittleschoolboysatthecornerofMountjoysquare.Yes:theywerefromBelvedere.Thelittlehouse.Aha.Andweretheygoodboysatschool?O.Thatwasverygoodnow.Andwhatwashisname?JackSohan.Andhisname?Ger.Gallaher.Andtheotherlittleman?HisnamewasBrunnyLynam.O,thatwasaverynicenametohave.

           FatherConmeegavealetterfromhisbreasttoMasterBrunnyLynamandpointedtotheredpillarboxatthecornerofFitzgibbonstreet.

           —Butmindyoudon’tpostyourselfintothebox,littleman,hesaid.

           TheboyssixeyedFatherConmeeandlaughed:

           —O,sir.

           —Well,letmeseeifyoucanpostaletter,FatherConmeesaid.