A mile walk took us into Mountshannon, a sort of Brigadoon, so quiet in the warm sun we thought it deserted.

My dance card is full this week. What about meeting next week?

This minority establishes itself at the most vulnerable zone of the national territory, and then slowly spreads like an oilpatch, propagating itself in concentric ripples through the peasant masses, to the smaller towns, and finally to the capital.

Year after year unto her feet, ⁠The while she slumbereth alone