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"And Goodwin's?"
She caught the sound perfectly.
"My land, O lady of loveliness, is two--Ireland and America; his but
one--America."
She repeated the two names--slowly, over and over. We seized the
opportunity to attack the food; halting half guiltily as she spoke
again.
"Oh, but you are hungry!" she cried. "Eat then." She leaned her chin
upon her hands and regarded us, whole fountains of questions brimming
up in her eyes.
"How is it, Larree, that you have two countries and Goodwin but one?"
she asked, at last unable to keep silent longer.
"I was born in Ireland; he in America. But I have dwelt long in his
land and my heart loves each," he said.
She nodded, understandingly.
"Are all the men of Ireland like you, Larree? As all the men here are
like Lugur or Rador? I like to look at you," she went on, with naive
frankness. "I am tired of men like Lugur and Rador. But they are
strong," she added, swiftly. "Lugur can hold up ten in his two arms
and raise six with but one hand.


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