He's overflowing with happiness and he has to go off to play by himself." McTee watched her with deep suspicion.
"It's queer," he pondered.

"I know the Irish like a book, and when they're in love, they're always singing and shouting and raising the devil.

It looked to me as if Harrigan was making himself be cheerful." He went on: "I'll take him aside and tell him that I understand.
Otherwise he'll think he's fooling me." "Please! You won't do that?
Angus, you know how proud he is! He will be furious if he finds out that I've spoken to you about--about--our love.
Won't you wait until he tells you of his own accord ?" He ground his teeth in an ugly fury.
"You understand?
If I find you've been playing with me, it'll mean death for Harrigan, and worse than that for you ?" She made her glance sad and gentle.
"Will you never trust me, Angus ?" He answered, with a sort of wonder at himself: "Since I was a child, you are the first person in the world who has had the right to call me by my first name." "Not a single woman ?" and she shivered.
"Not one." She pondered: "No love, no friendship, not even pity to bring you close to a single human being all your life ?" "No child has ever come near me, for I've never had room for pity.

No man has been my friend, for I've spent my time fighting them and breaking them.

And I've despised women too much to love them." The tears rose to her eyes as she spoke: "I pity you from the bottom of my soul!" "Pity?
Me?
By God, Kate, you'll teach me to hate you!" "I can't help it.