"Now I must tell ye wan thing. The blessed saint was at that time only a young felly, though they don’t make ’em any betther than he was. When he left home, he’d a shweetheart be the name o’ Kathleen, an’ she loved him betther than her life, an’ so did he her in that degray that he’d lay down an’ die on the shpot fur the love av her, but his juty called him fur to be God’s priest, an’ he turned his back on father an’ mother an’ saddest av all on Kathleen, though it was like tarin’ out his heart it was, an’ came to Glendalough. Kathleen was like to die, but afther a bit, she got over it a little an’ went into a convent, for, says she, ’I’ll marry no wan, an’ ’ull meet him in heaven.’ But Saint Kevin didn’t know phat had become av her, an’ thried hard not to think av her, but wanst in a while the vision av her ’ud come back to him like the mem’ry av a beautiful dhrame. "Now about this time, while the divil was layin’ about in the bushes a-watchin’ the work, an’ the tower of the big church was liftin’ itself above the trees, the blessed saint begun to be onaisy in his mind, fur, says he to himself, ’Things is too aisy entirely. It’s just thim times when all is goin’ on as smooth as a duck on a pond that the divil comes down like a fox on a goslin’ an’ takes every wan unbeknownst, so wins the vict’ry. I’ll have a care, fur afther the sunshine comes the shtorm,’ says he. So that avenin’ he ordhered his monks to say a thousand craydos, an’ two thousand paters an’ aves, an’ afther that was done, he got in his boat an’ crassed the lake. He climbed up to his bed above ye there, an’ said his baids agin an’ went to slape, but the divil was watchin’ him like a hawk, for he’d laid a thrap fur the blessed saint to catch him wid, that was thish-a-way.