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Chapter 18
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“Alan,”saidI,“whatisthesenseofthis?YekenverywellyonCampbell-manliesinhisbloodupontheroad.”
Hewassilentforalittle;thensayshe,“DideveryeheartellofthestoryoftheManandtheGoodPeople?”—bywhichhemeantthefairies.
“No,”saidI,“nordoIwanttohearit.”
“Withyourpermission,Mr.Balfour,Iwilltellityou,whatever,”saysAlan.“Theman,yeshouldken,wascastuponarockinthesea,whereitappearstheGoodPeoplewereinusetocomeandrestastheywentthroughtoIreland.ThenameofthisrockiscalledtheSkerryvore,andit’snotfarfromwherewesufferedship-wreck.Well,itseemsthemancriedsosore,ifhecouldjustseehislittlebairnbeforehedied!thatatlastthekingoftheGoodPeopletookpeetyuponhim,andsentoneflyingthatbroughtbackthebairninapokeandlaiditdownbesidethemanwherehelaysleeping.Sowhenthemanwoke,therewasapokebesidehimandsomethingintotheinsideofitthatmoved.Well,itseemshewasoneofthesegentrythatthinkayetheworstofthings;andforgreatersecurity,hestuckhisdirkthroughoutthatpokebeforeheopenedit,andtherewashisbairndead.Iamthinkingtomyself,Mr.Balfour,thatyouandthemanareverymuchalike.”
“Doyoumeanyouhadnohandinit?”criedI,sittingup.
“Iwilltellyoufirstofall,Mr.
