Bernard Shaw,
The Miraculous Revenge
“ One sunny afternoon we were standing at the gate of her uncle's house, she looking down the dusty road for the detestable Langan, I watching the spotless azure sky, when she said:"How soon are you going back to London?""I am not going back to London. Miss Hickey. I am not yet tired of Four Mile Water.""I am sure that Four Mile Water ought to be proud of your approbation.""You disapprove of my liking it, then? Or is it that you grudge me the happiness I have found here? I think Irish ladies grudge a man a moment's peace." ”
