One fine May m a long time after Hanrahan had left Margaret Rooneys house, he was walking the road near Collooney, and the sound of the birds singing in the bushes that were white with blossom set him singing as he went. It was to his own little place he was going, that was no more than a , but that pleased him well. For he was tired of so many years of wandering from shelter to shelter at all times of the year, and although he was seldom refused a wele and a share of what was in the house, it seemed to him sometimes that his mind was getting stiff like his joints, and it was not so easy to him as it used to be to make fun and sport through the night, and to set all the boys laughing with his pleasant talk, and to coax the women with his songs. And a while ago, he had turned into a that some poor man had left to go harvesting and had never e to again. And when he had mehe thatd made a bed in the er with a few sacks and bushes, and had swept out the fl……（内容加载失败！）
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