_First Edition_ 1908
_Second Impression_ 1909
_Third Impression_ 1909
_Fourth Impression_ 1910
_Fifth Impression_ 1916
_Sixth Impression_ 1917
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CONTENTS
I. WHERE THE WILD GEESE FLY
II. PATSY
III. THE FORM IN THE WOOD
IV. CON COGAN
V. THE MAN IN THE TREE
VI. THE HIRING OF PATSY
VII. MRS FINNEGAN’S BOY
VIII. THE BATTLE IN THE YARD
IX. A FACE AT THE WINDOW
X. THE GHOST CARRIAGE
XI. THE FIRST GUEST
XII. MR FANSHAWE
XIII. THE MEET OF THE HOUNDS
XIV. A KISS ON THE STAIRS
XV. GOING IN TO DINNER
XVI. IN THE “SCRUBBERY”
XVII. THE STORY OF THE PIG
XVIII. AN INTERRUPTED FEAST
XIX. SHAN
XX. THE MEET OF THE BEAGLES
XXI. MR BOXALL GETS IN THE WAY
XXII. LOVE
XXIII. THE WILD DUCKS
XXIV. NAILING UP THE HOLLY
XXV. A POTENTIAL POET
XXVI. THE SPIRIT OF IRELAND
XXVII. MIDWINTER NIGHT’S DREAM
XXVIII. MR LYBURN
XXIX. THE TRAP
XXX. “PUT THE DONKEY TO”
XXXI. THE FOX AND THE HOUNDS
XXXII. THE FOX TAKES EARTH
XXXIII. BILLY CROOM
XXXIV. MR MURPHY IN EXCELSIS
XXXV. INFLUENZA
XXXVI. PREPARATIONS
XXXVII. FLIGHT
XXXVIII. THE OFF HUB
XXXIX. A MAN OF RESOURCE
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PATSY
CHAPTER I
WHERE THE WILD GEESE FLY
A flock of wild geese flying across the sunset far away, remote,
fantastic, the only living things visible in a world filling with
shadows, lent the last touch of beauty to the vast and lonely moors.
“They’re makin’ for the pools of Cloyne, sir,” said the keeper.
Mr Fanshawe watched the flock pass and vanish in the amber distance like
a wreath of smoke. Away to the left, covering themselves with night and
gloom, stood the hills of Glynn, where the golden eagle still has its
eyrie, and the wild goat its home. From there, away to the west, the
great moors stretched to the hills of Cloyne.
It was a typical Irish winter’s evening, the sky threatening and
forgetting to rain, the air damp and filled with the scent of the earth,
near things indistinct in the gathering twilight, and far things seeming
near.
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