He laughed outright at me.
“Don’t be deethery, Michael, there was a good purse in the last man’s trousers!”
I could no more complain to him; how could I under the Lord! Dear me, it never was seen, a man with the skin of that man; he’d the mind of a grasshopper, but there was greatness in him, and Mary herself loved him for a friend.
What do I say about Mary! Ah, there was never in anything that had the aspects of a world a girl with her loveliness, I tell you, handsome as a lily, the jewel of the world; and the thing that happened between us was strange above all reckoning. We gave her the good will of the evening in a place that would be as grand as Eden itself, though the bushes had grown dim on the hills and the sod was darkening beside the white water of the streams.
“And are you going the Journey?” we asked of her.
“I am going,” said she, “everybody is going, why not me too?”
“Will you go along with us?” I asked of her.
She turned her eyes upon me like two sparks out of the blowing dusk that was already upon us.
“Yes, I will go with you.”
At that she rested her hand upon my arm and we turned upon the road together.