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The Dead
ThesmilepassedawayfromGabriel’sface.Adullangerbegantogatheragainatthebackofhismindandthedullfiresofhislustbegantoglowangrilyinhisveins.
“Someoneyouwereinlovewith?”heaskedironically.
“ItwasayoungboyIusedtoknow,”sheanswered,“namedMichaelFurey.Heusedtosingthatsong,TheLassofAughrim.Hewasverydelicate.”
Gabrielwassilent.Hedidnotwishhertothinkthathewasinterestedinthisdelicateboy.
“Icanseehimsoplainly,”shesaid,afteramoment.“Sucheyesashehad:big,darkeyes!Andsuchanexpressioninthem—anexpression!”
“O,then,youareinlovewithhim?”saidGabriel.
“Iusedtogooutwalkingwithhim,”shesaid,“whenIwasinGalway.”
AthoughtflewacrossGabriel’smind.
“PerhapsthatwaswhyyouwantedtogotoGalwaywiththatIvorsgirl?”hesaidcoldly.
Shelookedathimandaskedinsurprise:
“Whatfor?”
HereyesmadeGabrielfeelawkward.Heshruggedhisshouldersandsaid:
“HowdoIknow?Toseehim,perhaps.”
Shelookedawayfromhimalongtheshaftoflighttowardsthewindowinsilence.
“Heisdead,”shesaidatlength.“Hediedwhenhewasonlyseventeen.
