My Life for Ireland Page #2

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as you're not caught?

You're like an old woman.

Leave him alone.

I'd like to see you get a ball in the gut.

Ah, the new guy.

You think I'd cry like that little girl?

- Of course, you would.

- Come on, continue the game.

Give it a shot.

Good, now we can continue.

They're all under strict supervision.

You know our faculty.

You picked some yourself.

Because I don't like bad surprises.

Tell me, do you have confidants

among the pupils as well?

How do you mean?

They're more likely to talk

amongst each other than to teachers.

That's a fact.

How's my nephew, Henry doing here?

He's doing well.

He's not the brightest-

I mean, not an exemplary student...

but as an offspring

of such an influential family...

he will surely make his way.

I expected nothing less.

That ball thing before wasn't nice.

I'm sorry.

Why? I challenged you.

Tell me, why don't you like me?

I've been here for eight days.

Everyone's nice, but not you.

- What did I do?

- Nothing.

- I just don't like you.

- And why?

You're too sophisticated,

too much silk...

sharp dressers like you

don't belong here, understand?

- Stop it or-

- Or what?

Maybe I misjudged you. Let's go.

- Punch him.

- On the chin.

That's not allowed.

I'll report you.

Michael, let him have it.

Punch the nose.

Someone's coming.

Let's get out of here.

What's going on here?

You're bleeding.

What's going on here?

- I slipped, Mr. Croke.

- That's not true.

- What's not true?

- It was harmless. He slipped.

So, a harmless slip

followed by a nose bleed?

An epistaxis notriculosa causa? Eh?

If he's asked something,

he doesn't know when he ought to know.

- Contusio?

- Contusio.

Let's not tell the headmaster.

Yes, Mr. Croke.

The others can hurry up too.

Don't be pessimistic, Mr. George.

The country is peaceful.

It only appears so.

There are still some malcontents

causing trouble.

That Devoy, he's worst of all.

Only last night, he and his men

tried to blow up the new navy depot.

- We learned of it at the last moment.

- And?

He got away.

But he was wounded,

so he won't get very far.

- He won't get away this time.

- Enter.

- Student Beverly is here to see you.

- Tell him to come in.

Sergeant Duffy?

No, sir.

Sergeant Duffy is no more.

You know Duffy?

He was a sergeant in India with me.

Another pigheaded Irishman.

Hi Uncle George.

The headmaster has praised you.

Sit down.

Let me take a look.

You look good.

How do you like it here?

How do you like it here?

I thought so.

How do you get along

with your classmates?

- Fine. Fine. I'm very popular.

- Just as I thought.

Listen, you could do me a favor.

- Never thought I'd see him again.

- Who?

- Beverly.

- But the boy-

I'm not talking about the boy,

but the old man.

- Sir George, his uncle.

- I didn't know he had an uncle.

Here he is. In the middle.

- The guy in India who-

- Yes, that's him.

Eh, Beverly?

What a fine mate you were.

You abandoned your sergeant

with a bullet in his leg.

Even took his water to save your

own precious life.

The leg could have been saved,

the doctor says, but with sepsis-

- That pig should have been shot.

- What do you know?

Fine people like the Beverlys

aren't shot in England.

He got the Victoria Cross for bravery.

What a joke.

Later in England, he got a big job

with the government.

So did you, but not a big one.

You were just a dumb Irishman

willing to fight for England.

Don't start that again. I'm a soldier.

I don't care about politics.

And I'll settle my account

with that gentleman one day.

- Something must have happened.

- Those are our men.

- Robert Devoy.

- He was wounded yesterday. He has to hide.

Quick, come in.

- Is it bad?

- It's all right.

He's lost a lot of blood.

I won't give up.

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?

- Oh, yes of course.

- I didn't know-

- You didn't know what?

- That Michael had such a young mother.

- What a nice thing to say.

Yes, when people see us together,

they think we're brother and sister.

- Right, Maeve?

- Michael, don't call me Maeve.

You're embarrassing

your old mother.

Come now before the tea gets cold.

- Patrick, where are you?

- The window. Is that your room?

No, my Mom's bedroom.

Mine faces the other way. Come.

Yes, I'm coming.

They used to call me a girl. It

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