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From the inside page: "'What in the name of God's got into you? Fighting...you of all people, Rooney! What was it all about?'
'If you must know,' said Rooney, staring down into his whiskey, 'he accused me of keeping a woman.'
Bill sat back. 'Keeping a woman?...You?...Well, are you? All right! All right! Don't start on me.' He pushed his long arm out, warding off the look that Rooney levelled at him.
'You late starters don't know when to stop. But if you was, it would be the first damn sensible thing you've done in your life.'"
From the back cover: "'You're a lucky man, Rooney,' his friends kept telling him. As he watched them struggle to feed a large family or forgive an unfaithful wife, the comfortable bachelor was forced to agree. And yet there was an emptiness in Rooney-an aching emptiness only she could fill."
'If you must know,' said Rooney, staring down into his whiskey, 'he accused me of keeping a woman.'
Bill sat back. 'Keeping a woman?...You?...Well, are you? All right! All right! Don't start on me.' He pushed his long arm out, warding off the look that Rooney levelled at him.
'You late starters don't know when to stop. But if you was, it would be the first damn sensible thing you've done in your life.'"
From the back cover: "'You're a lucky man, Rooney,' his friends kept telling him. As he watched them struggle to feed a large family or forgive an unfaithful wife, the comfortable bachelor was forced to agree. And yet there was an emptiness in Rooney-an aching emptiness only she could fill."
