... would be even more inconvenient than this marriage.” “You’ll come to the end of my patience one o’ these days, Helene, and I’ll be gone.” He pluc... ...elene. But like true Irishmen, they’re all too enthralled with the wake to end it by givin’ the corpse a decent burial. They’re nothin’ but a bunch... ...indow at the slumbering city and the eerie red glow that smeared across the western sky. “Connolly, are you awake? Open up! It’s about Helene. ... ...?” “The fire, man. Haven’t you heard about the fire? I took her to the west side to see Carew. Then, while I was waitin’, I thought, what harm... ...ploded over our heads and rained down on us in the street. Like it was the end of the world. Like it was hell.” Daniel grabbed Flynn by the lap... ...o had found York, a scrawny and starving runaway, singing for pennies on the Boston streets, and brought him home for Daniel’s voice training. She h... ... night’s folly. Your heritage is scrabblin’ for food on the back alleys of Boston.” York pretended insult to Daniel’s good-natured jibe. He raise... ... her handkerchief. “I had the privilege of hearing him at the Colosseum in Boston. Such a voice is a pure gift from God.” “You are aware that he... ...te, the writer. I’m afraid Miss MacLeish is infatuated by literature of the West. Sometimes, I think it was that rather than the substantial purse ...