One day a friend of mine c of ter ting by, and, ed to love and lovemaking, sell  your love affair.” took  of een of tter ted many o tell ten o Queenstoo a an emigrant s o take Joo America. ting on a seat, crying miserably, and tanding up in front of  is  man o get  I tly t ao le alk toget s arrive for some days; and t on outside cars very innocently and  o be seen.  last to break it to   going to America, ser er t lover. Doran  don’t marry young.”

    ory got to ter joined In mockingly  for Byrne’s good, fat ted t  for Byrne’s good; and  on to tell  a letter telling of Byrne’s engagement to te  keep from   to America to find out, and tidings,  none. More years  by, and  a fe matters on o go out to America again, and to begin o talk  emigrants from t, and at last, “Did you ever er from Innis Rato a friend of mine, Jo sucreet in C to C  a bit caken again after  in train. S recognize  asked o stay to dinner, saying t o meet anybody  for all talk, I do not knoo cry, and s be angry. o ask  soon after, never to see her again.

    ory, ell t to Mr.  Yeats,  it, per ter said, “O a .” Alas! I ,  is  to ponder over too muc bare  suited for.

    1902.