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Grace

           

           Heturnedtowardshiswifetobeconfirmed.

           “Ioftentoldyouthat?”

           Mrs.Kernannodded.

           “ItwasattheunveilingofSirJohnGray’sstatue.EdmundDwyerGraywasspeaking,blatheringaway,andherewasthisoldfellow,crabbed-lookingoldchap,lookingathimfromunderhisbushyeyebrows.”

           Mr.Kernanknittedhisbrowsand,loweringhisheadlikeanangrybull,glaredathiswife.

           “God!”heexclaimed,resuminghisnaturalface,“Ineversawsuchaneyeinaman’shead.Itwasasmuchastosay:Ihaveyouproperlytaped,mylad.Hehadaneyelikeahawk.”

           “NoneoftheGrayswasanygood,”saidMr.Power.

           Therewasapauseagain.Mr.PowerturnedtoMrs.Kernanandsaidwithabruptjoviality:

           “Well,Mrs.Kernan,we’regoingtomakeyourmanhereagoodholypiousandGod-fearingRomanCatholic.”

           Heswepthisarmroundthecompanyinclusively.

           “We’reallgoingtomakearetreattogetherandconfessoursinsandGodknowswewantitbadly.”

           “Idon’tmind,”saidMr.Kernan,smilingalittlenervously.

           Mrs.Kernanthoughtitwouldbewisertoconcealhersatisfaction.Soshesaid:

           “Ipitythepoorpriestthathastolistentoyourtale.”

           Mr.Kernan’sexpressionchanged.

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