d man； she cared not。 Even if he was a protestant or methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved her。 There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm。 She was a womanly woman not like other flighty girls； unfeminine； he had known； those cyclists showing off what they hadn't got and she just yearned to know all； to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her； make him forget the memory of the past。 Then mayhap he would embrace her gently； like a real man； crushing her soft body to him； and love her； his ownest girlie； for herself alone。
Refuge of sinners。 fortress of the afflicted。 Ora pro nobis。 Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy can never be lost or cast away： and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart。 Gerty could picture the whole scene in the church； the stained glass windows lighted up； the candles； the flowers and the blue banners of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon at the altar； carrying things in and out with his eyes cast down。 He looked almost a saint and his confession…box was so quiet and clean and dark and his hands were just like white wax and if ever she became a Dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might e to the convent for the novena of Saint Dominic。 He told her that time when she told him about that in confession crimsoning up to the roots of her hair for fear he could see； not to be troubled because that was only the voice of nature and we were all subject to nature s laws； he said； in this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of woman instituted by God； he said； and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word。 He was so kind and holy and often and often she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him as a present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a canary bird that came out of a little house to tell the time the day she went there about the flowers for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to know what sort of a present to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place。
The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it。 Little monkeys mon as ditchwater。 Someone ought to take them and give them a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places； the both of them。 And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to e back because they were afraid the tide might e in on them and be drowned。
Jacky！ Tommy！
Not they！ What a great notion they had！ So Cissy said it was the very last time she'd ever bring them out。 She jumped up and called them and she ran down the slope past him； tossing her hair behind her which had a good enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the thingamerry she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to grow long because it wasn't natural so she could just go and throw her hat at it。 She ran with long gandery strides it was a wonder she didn't rip up her skirt at the side that was too tight on her because there was a lot of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey and she was a forward piece whenever she thought she had a good opportunity to show off and just because she was a good runner she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible。 It would have served her just right if she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her to make her look tall and got a fine tumble。 Tableau！ That would have been a very charming exposé for a gentleman like that to witness。
Queen of angels； queen of patriarchs； queen of prophets； of all saints； they prayed； queen of the most holy rosary and then Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was itching to give them a ringing good clip on the ear but she didn't because she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger mistake in all her life because Gerty could see without looking that he never took his eyes off of her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the Blessed Sacrament and the choir began to sing Tantum ego and she just swung her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum。 Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the Tuesday； no the Monday before Easter and there wasn't a brack on them and that was what he was looking at； transparent； and not at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form （the cheek of her！） because he had eyes in his head to see the difference for himself。
Cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look a streel tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only a fortnight before like a rag on her back and bit of her petticoat hanging like a caricature。 Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to settle her hair and a prettier； a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a girl's shoulders； a radiant little vision； in sooth； almost maddening in its sweetness。 You would have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that。 She could almost see the swift answering flush of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve。 She put on her hat so that she could see from underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath caught as she caught the expression in his eyes。 He was eyeing her as a snake eyes its prey。 Her woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose。
Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at Gerty； half smiling； with her specs； like an old maid； pretending to nurse the baby。 Irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why no…one could get on with her； poking her nose into what was no concern of hers。 And she said to Gerty：
A penny for your thoughts。
What？ replied Gerty with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth。 I was only wondering was it late。
Because she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their baby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a gentle hint about its being late。 And when Cissy came up Edy asked her the time and Miss Cissy； as glib as you like； said it was half past kissing time； time to kiss again。 But Edy wanted to know because they were told to be in early。
Wait； said Cissy； I'll ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time by his conundrum。
So over she went and when he saw her ing she could see him take his hand out of his pocket； getting nervous； and beginning to play with his watchchain； looking at the church。 Passionate nature though he was Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself。 One moment he had been there； fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze； and the next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman； selfcontrol expressed in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure。
Cissy said to excuse her would he mind telling her what was the right time and Gerty could see him taking out his watch； listening to it and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the sun was set。 His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones。 Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of order。
Then they sang the second verse of the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he told Father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire to the flowers and Father Conroy got up and settled it all right and she could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and she swung her leg more in and out in time。 It was getting darker but he could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch or whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands back into his pockets。 She felt a Kind of a sensation rushing all over her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against her stays that that thing must be ing on because the last time too was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon。 His dark eyes fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour； literally worshipping at her shrine。 If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face。 It is for you； Gertrude MacDowell； and you know it。
Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty noticed that that little hint she gave had the desired effect because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he read out Panem de clo prstitisti eis and Edy and Cissy were talking about the time all the time and asking her but Gerty could pay them back in their own coin and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her over。 Gerty winced sharply。 A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable。 It hurt。 O yes； it cut deep because Edy had her own quiet way of saying things like that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she was。 Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she fought back the sob that rose to her throat； so slim； so flawless； so beautifully moulded it seemed