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now talked to her about his most intimate affairs, 

 both financial and family. 



In him and in the other denizens of Drumgool 

 was brought home to her the power of the Celtic 

 nature to imagine things and take them for 

 granted. 



" Now, Where's me cullender? " Mrs DriscoU 

 would say (as, for instance, in a dialogue which 

 reached the girl one afternoon with a whiff of 

 kitchen-scented air through a swing-door left 

 open). " Where's me cullender? It's that black 

 baste of a Doolan. I b'lave he's taken it to feed 

 the chickens. I'll tie a dish-cloth to his tail if he 

 comes into me kitchen takin' me cullenders! 

 Doolan ! Doolan ! come here wid ye and bring me 

 me cullender. I'll tell the masther on you for 

 takin' me things. You haven't got it? May 

 God forgive you, but I saw you with the two eyes 

 in me head, and it in your hand. It's forenint me 

 nose? Which nose? Oh, glory be to God! so 

 it is! Now out of me kitchen wid you, and don't 

 be littherin' me floor with your dirty boots." 

 The connection of Doolan with the missing cul- 

 lender based on a pure assumption. 



Just so French had adorned the portrait of Miss 

 Grimshaw, which he had painted in his own mind, 

 with spectacles. And he would have sworn to 

 those spectacles in a court of law. 



Just so, by extension, he saw Garry owen passing 

 the winning-post despite all the obstacles in his 

 path. But it was the case of Ef&e that brought 



