"The shooting there is capital," says his mother, turning a deaf ear to his muttered interruption, "and I don't believe there is anything in Ireland, not even birds.",
Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm.,
When she is quite gone, he pulls himself together with a jerk, and draws a heavy sigh, and thrusting his hands deep into his pockets, continues his walk..
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