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name ; I came over for some fishing, and the more 

 I see of Ireland the more I like it ; your country — " 



Miss Grimshaw laughed. 



" It's not my country — I'm American." 



" Are you? " said Mr Dashwood in a reheved 

 voice; "how jolly. I thought you might be 

 Irish. I say," in a confidential tone of voice, 

 " isn't it a beastly hole? " 



" Which? " 



" Ireland." 



" Why, I thought you said you liked it." 



" I thought you were Irish. I do hke it in a way. 

 The mountains and the whisky aren't bad, and the 

 people are jolly enough if they'd only wash them- 

 selves, but the hotels — oh, my! " 



" You're staying at the inn near the railway 

 station at Cloyne? " 



" I am," said Mr Dashwood. 



" Then you know Biddy and the stuffed dog — " 



" Intimately — have you stayed there? " 



" I had tea there this afternoon — " 



'You Uve near here? " 



" I beheve I am going to five for awhile near 

 here. I only arrived this afternoon." 



" Only this afternoon. Excuse me for being 

 so inquisitive, but where did you arrive at — I 

 mean — " 



" Cloyne." 



" But you're driving to Cloyne now." 



" I know — I've been driving all over the 

 country. We had to leave a gentleman at a 



