A while ago I was irain, aing near Sligo. The last time I had been there something was troubling me, and I had longed for a message from those beings or bodiless moods, or whatever they be, who inhabit the world of spirits. The message came, for one night I saw with blinding distiness a blaimal, half weasel, half dog, moving along the top of a stone wall, and presently the blaimal vanished, and from the other side came a white weasel-like dog, his pink flesh shining through his white hair and all in a blaze of light; and I remembered a pleasant belief about two faery dogs who go about representing day and night, good and evil, and was forted by the excellent omen. But now I longed for a message of another kind, and ce, if ce there is, brought it, for a man got into the carriage and began to play on a fiddle made apparently of an old blag-box, and though I am quite unmusical the sounds filled me with the stra emotions.
I seemed to hear a voice of lamenta……（内容加载失败！）
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