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Mrs.Mullarkey's iligant locks.
'Where spreads the beautiful water to gay or cloudy skies, And the purple peaks of Killarney from ancient woods arise.' William Allingham.
Mrs.Mullarkey cannot spoil this paradise for us.

When I wake in the morning, the fuchsia-tree outside my window is such a glorious mass of colour that it distracts my eyes from the unwashed glass.

The air is still; the mountains in the far distance are clear purple; everything is fresh washed and purified for the new day.

Francesca and I leave the house sleeping, and make our way to the bogs.