"No, I wouldn''t say he was exactly... but there was something queer... there was something uny about him. I''ll tell you my opinion...."
He began to puff at his pipe, no doubt arranging his opinion in his mind. Tiresome old fool! When we knew him first he ud to be rather iing, talking of faints and worms; but I soon grew tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery.
"I have my own theory about it," he said. "I think it was one of tho... peculiar cas.... But it''s hard to say...."
He began to puff again at his pipe without giving us his theory. My unbsp;saw me staring and said to me:
"Well, so your old friend is gone, you''ll be sorry to hear."
"Who?" said I.
"Father Flynn."
"Is he dead?"
"Mr. Cotter here has just told us. He was passing by the hou."
I knew that I was under obrvation so I tinued eating as if the news had not ied me. My unbsp;explained to old Cotter.
"The youngster and he were great friends. The old chap taught him a great deal, mind you; and they say he had a great wish for him."
"No, I wouldn''t say he was exactly... but there was something queer... there was something uny about him. I''ll tell you my opinion...."
He began to puff at his pipe, no doubt arranging his opinion in his mind. Tiresome old fool! When we knew him first he ud to be rather iing, talking of faints and worms; but I soon grew tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery.
"I have my own theory about it," he said. "I think it was one of tho... peculiar cas.... But it''s hard to say...."
He began to puff again at his pipe without giving us his theory. My unbsp;saw me staring and said to me:
"Well, so your old friend is gone, you''ll be sorry to hear."
"Who?" said I.
"Father Flynn."
"Is he dead?"
"Mr. Cotter here has just told us. He was passing by the hou."
I knew that I was under obrvation so I tinued eating as if the news had not ied me. My unbsp;explained to old Cotter.
"The youngster and he were great friends. The old chap taught him a great deal, mind you; and they say he had a great wish for him."
"God have merbsp;on his soul," said my aunt piously.
Old Cotter looked at me for a while. I felt that his little beady blabsp;eyes were examining me but I would not satisfy him by looking up from my plate. He returned to his pipe and finally spat rudely into the grate.
"I wouldn''t like children of mine," he said, "to have too mubsp;to say to a man like that."