"Sure," he said.

"Larry's place was just a mile beyont our clearing, an' there was never a bonnier thing than Ailly Blake came out from the old country--but is it need there is for talking when ye've seen her?
There was once I watched her smile at ye with the black eyes that would have melted the heart out of any man.

Waking and sleeping they're with me still." Three generations of the Shannons had hewn the lonely clearing further into the bush of Ontario and married the daughters of the soil, but the Celtic strain, it was evident, had not run out yet.

Payne, however, came of English stock, and expressed himself differently.
"It was a--shame," he said.

"Of course he flung her over.