hanrahan, that was never long in one place, was back again among the villages that are at the foot of slieve echtge, illeton and scalp and ballylee, stopping sometimes in one house and sometimes in another, and finding a welcome in every place for the sake of the old times and of his poetry and his learning. there was some silver and some copper money in the little leather bag under his coat, but it was seldom he needed to take anything from it, for it was little he used, and there was not one of the people that would have taken payment from him. his hand had grown heavy on the blackthorn he leaned on, and his cheeks were hollow and worn, but so far as food went, potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake, he had what he wanted of it; and it is not on the edge of so wild and boggy a place as echtge a mug of spirits would be wanting, with the taste of the turf smoke on it. he would wander about the big wood at kinadife, or he would sit through many hours of the day among the rushes about lake belshragh, listening to the streams from the hills, or watching the shadows in the brown bog pools; sitting so quiet as not to startle the deer that came down from the heather to the grass and the tilled fields at the fall of night. . . .《stories of red hanrahan》是叶芝精心创作的英文读本，在线阅读网实时更新stories of red hanrahan最新章节无弹窗广告版，书友所发表的stories of red hanrahan评论，并不代表在线阅读网赞同或者支持stories of red hanrahan读者的观点。
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