My Life for Ireland Page #4

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I won't give the English

the satisfaction.

- Not yet.

- Get me the first-aid kit.

- Can I have a drink?

- Right away.

There must be a traitor among us.

The whole plan was perfect.

- No one knew about it. Only we and-

- Nolan.

He always talked too much.

We must know for sure.

You're in charge.

If you're sure, then-

He has a bad habit of working at night

with the lights on and the window open.

I understand.

Thomas. You go and find me

a new place to stay.

I can't stay here.

It would be too dangerous for Maeve.

No problem. Come.

- You're leaving? Now?

- Yeah, we got things to do.

Here, drink this.

It'll do you good.

Great.

So no news?

Devoy can't just disappear.

Of course not.

In fact, he's very much alive.

Just last night,

he had one of my best agents killed.

Nolan.

Through the open window.

He left a sign that read:

"Don't open your big mouth."

The nerve!

High time we caught him.

Good thing he can't show himself

with his wounded arm.

We assume as much.

- We need some good men.

- You seem to lack good men.

Shut up.

Shut up.

You think you can do a better job

infiltrating them?

It's not easy. The Irish stick together

like ticks on a dog.

We'll see about that.

- Do you want to play rugby?

- No, I got tennis today.

Keep still. You're useless.

- Brush!

- No! I won't.

- I'm not your servant.

- You don't want to?

- Take the brush.

- No!

Our girl is growing a spine.

Who would have thought?

- I'll count to three.

- Just beat me up.

- There'll be no beating.

- Are you going to stop me?

Yes. You bet.

You're a coward

for wanting to beat up a scrawny pup.

Stop making such a fuss.

We don't need a nanny.

Hear that?

The new guy wants to give us orders.

And he's right.

Finally.

I thought you'd never speak up.

Don't always go along.

It takes a bit of courage.

And you, Henry.

Did you hear what Patrick said?

From now on,

you'll leave Rory alone.

Or you'll answer to both of us.

Right, Patrick?

- Yes, Michael.

- I don't know what you want with me.

Why are you threatening me?

I'm the last one to look for trouble.

Why are you all suddenly

against me?

Patrick, you don't have anywhere to go.

Want to come with me?

- My mother would be happy.

- Yes, I'd love to.

- Rory, you'll come too.

- Of course.

Nice here.

Mom kept the garden

the way Dad left it.

- He's not alive anymore?

- No.

Patrick, you'll hear it anyway.

The English executed my father

before I was born.

I understand, Michael-

Now you have to meet my mother.

There she is.

My big boy.

My two friends I told you about.

This is Rory.

Ah, the youngest.

How tall you are.

And this is Patrick. He's new.

- What? No handshake?

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