Seumas O'Kelly, Waysiders, Stories of Connacht
“ You would lock up the air and sell it in gasping breaths. You are disgusting. But give me the one-and-six and to Connacht with you! I am damning my soul standing beside you and your cart, smelling its contents. How can a man talk with the smell of fat bacon going between him and the wind? One-and-six and the dew that fell at the making hardly dry upon my hands yet. Farewell, a long farewell, my Shining One; we may never meet again."The shawl of Mac-an-Ward's wife had been blowing around the near-by corner while this discussion had been in progress. ”
