My Chieftain Ancestors Had Lived At Glandore For Many Centuries And
Were Very Well Known. Hardly A Ship Could Pass The Old Head Of Kinsale
Without Some Boats Putting Off To Exchange The Time Of Day With Her,
And Our Family Name Was On Men's Tongues In Half The Seaports Of
Europe, I Dare Say. My Ancestors Lived In Castles Which Were Like
Churches Stuck On End, And They Drank The Best Of Everything Amid The
Joyous Cries Of A Devoted Peasantry. But The Good Time Passed Away
Soon Enough, And When I Had Reached The Age Of Eighteen We Had Nobody
On The Land But A Few Fisher-Folk And Small Farmers, People Who Were
Almost Law-Abiding, And My Father Came To Die More From Disappointment
Than From Any Other Cause. Before The End He Sent For Me To Come To
His Bedside.
"Tom," He Said, "I Brought You Into Existence, And God Help You Safe
Out Of It; For You Are Not The Kind Of Man Ever To Turn Your Hand To
Work, And There Is Only Enough Money To Last A Gentleman Five More
Years.
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