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The Dead
Ared-facedyoungwoman,dressedinpansy,cameintotheroom,excitedlyclappingherhandsandcrying:
“Quadrilles!Quadrilles!”
CloseonherheelscameAuntKate,crying:
“Twogentlemenandthreeladies,MaryJane!”
“O,here’sMr.BerginandMr.Kerrigan,”saidMaryJane.“Mr.Kerrigan,willyoutakeMissPower?MissFurlong,mayIgetyouapartner,Mr.Bergin.O,that’lljustdonow.”
“Threeladies,MaryJane,”saidAuntKate.
Thetwoyounggentlemenaskedtheladiesiftheymighthavethepleasure,andMaryJaneturnedtoMissDaly.
“O,MissDaly,you’rereallyawfullygood,afterplayingforthelasttwodances,butreallywe’resoshortofladiestonight.”
“Idon’tmindintheleast,MissMorkan.”
“ButI’veanicepartnerforyou,Mr.BartellD’Arcy,thetenor.I’llgethimtosinglateron.AllDublinisravingabouthim.”
“Lovelyvoice,lovelyvoice!”saidAuntKate.
AsthepianohadtwicebegunthepreludetothefirstfigureMaryJaneledherrecruitsquicklyfromtheroom.TheyhadhardlygonewhenAuntJuliawanderedslowlyintotheroom,lookingbehindheratsomething.
“Whatisthematter,Julia?”askedAuntKateanxiously.
