The Luck of the Irish Page #4
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Oh.
You're up early, Mr. Fitzgerald.
Oh, good morning.
I couldn't sleep very well.
Oh, I hope it wasn't the bed.
No, no. I think I just
had one drink too many last night.
- Kept having dreams.
- Good ones, I hope.
Strange ones anyway.
Perhaps it was Taedy's wild stories.
Or it might have been the old man
who gave me the advice up by the waterfall.
What waterfall was that?
The one up the brook there.
The Gentle Burn it's called, isn't it?
But there's no waterfall
on the Gentle Burn.
Come on.
- What for, Mr. Fitzgerald?
- We're gonna find out once and for all...
if there's a waterfall up there.
Now listen.
I'm sure it was here.
Hey!
Who are you calling?
Well, he's a- a rather peculiar
friend of mine. He-
But you must know him.
He's about the, uh-
Uh-
Well, it's- it's easy
to imagine things here in the woods.
But I couldn't have imagined that waterfall.
I saw it, and I heard it.
further upstream.
Yes, that- that- that must be it.
forgotten about it.
Yes.
I used to come bird's-nesting
here when I was a little girl.
There's a grand view of the sea.
I wish that boat would come.
Is it so very important to you?
Oh, it's the chance
I've been waiting for.
Ever since the war, I've been kicking
around Europe writing freelance stuff...
mostly for Bill Clark.
to a real job.
- Oh, but you shouldn't give up your writing now.
- Oh, I don't intend to.
The only difference is that from now on
I'm going to be paid for it.
I'm sick and tired of beating my brains out
for nickels and dimes.
It'll come.
You mustn't fret, Mr. Fitzgerald.
My friends call me Fitz.
- Fitz?
- Mmm.
I'd never call you that.
It- It sounds like
a bottle of soda water.
Well, a few-
Stephen.
Oh, I like that better.
Everyone calls me Norah.
Norah.
Oh, that's very nice.
That's always been a favorite of mine.
Norah.
If I ever had a daughter,
that's what I'd call her. Norah Fitzgerald.
Norah Fitzgerald.
You're not married, Stephen?
No, I'm too fond of
my freedom for that.
Oh, don't say that.
A man should marry.
It's the natural rule
and a good thing altogether.
What about you?
Doesn't that same rule apply to you?
And who would I be
marrying here in Ballynabun?
Michael the fishmonger?
Or Taedy perhaps?
Oh, look. It's a boat.
It's the Aranar, Sean's trawler.
Your wish has come true, Stephen.
If you start at once, he can have you
in Shannon in the morning.
What's wrong?
You ever seen anything like this?
Oh, sure.
It's a doubloon.
16th century Spanish, I think.
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