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Maeve Binchy - Echoes

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Table of Contents Praise for Maeve Binchy Binchy is a grand storyteller in - photo 1
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Praise for Maeve Binchy
Binchy is a grand storyteller in the finest Irish tradition.... She writes from the heart.The Cleveland Plain Dealer

A remarkably gifted writer... a wonderful student of human nature. The New York Times Book Review

Reading one of Maeve Binchys novels is like coming home. The Washington Post

Binchys genius is transforming storytelling into art. San Francisco Examiner & Chronicle

For my money, any story told by Maeve Binchy is worth a hearing. Charlotte News & Observer

Binchys tales combine warmth and spunk in a quintessentially Celtic way.... In the field of womens popular fiction, the Dublin storyteller sticks out like a faultless solitaire on a Woolworths jewelry counter. Chicago Tribune

Maeve Binchys novels of contemporary Ireland are pure pleasure to read.The Anniston Star

An eloquent storyteller.The San Diego Union-Tribune

[Binchy] is a generous writergenerous in her pages, generous with incidents, generous with laughter, generous with tears. The Dallas Morning News

Binchy is a first-class storyteller.Cosmopolitan
AlSO BY MAEVE BINCHY
Light a Penny Candle
London Transport
The Lilac Bus
Firefly Summer
Silver Wedding
Circle of Friends
The Copper Beech
The Glass Lake
Evening Class
Tara Road
Scarlet Feather
Quentins
Nights of Rain and Stars
Whitethorn Woods

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For dearest Gordon with all my love Prologue PEOPLE SEEMED TO KNOW WITHOUT - photo 2
For dearest Gordon with all my love
Prologue
PEOPLE SEEMED TO KNOW WITHOUT BEING TOLD. THEY CAME out of their houses and began to run down the main street. The murmur became louder, and almost without knowing they were doing it they started to check where their own families were. It was still just a figure, facedown in the water. They didnt know for sure whether it was a man or a woman.
Perhaps its a sailor from a ship, they said. But they knew it wasnt anyone who had gone overboard. No nice anonymous death of someone they didnt know. No informing the authorities and saying a few prayers for the deceased unknown sailor. This was someone from Castlebay.
They stood in silent groups on the cliff top and watched the first people getting to the waters edge: the boy who had first seen the waves leaving something frightening on the shore; other men too; people from the shops nearby and young men who were quick to run down the path. Then they saw the figures coming down the other path near the doctors house, kneeling by the body in case, just in case there was something in a black bag that could bring it back to life.
By the time Father ODwyer arrived with his soutane flapping in the wind the murmur had turned into a unified sound. The people of Castlebay were saying a decade of the rosary for the repose of the soul which had left the body that lay facedown on their beach.
Part One
19501952 IT WAS SOMETIMES CALLED BRIGIDS CAVE THE ECHO CAVE AND if you - photo 3
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IT WAS SOMETIMES CALLED BRIGIDS CAVE, THE ECHO CAVE, AND if you shouted your question loud enough in the right direction you got an answer instead of an echo. In the summer it was full of girls calling out questions, girls who had come for the summer to Castlebay. Girls who wanted to know would they get a fellow, or if Gerry Doyle would have eyes for them this summer. Clare thought they were mad to tell the cave their secrets. Specially since people like her sister Chrissie and that crowd would go and listen for private things being asked and then theyd scream with laughter about them and tell everyone. Clare said shed never ask the echo anything no matter how desperate she was, because it wouldnt be a secret anymore. But she did go in to ask about the history prize. That was different.
It was different because it was winter anyway, and there was hardly anyone except themselves in Castlebay in winter; and it was different because it had nothing to do with love. And it was a nice way to come home from school that way down the Cliff Road; you didnt have to talk to everyone in the town, you could look at the sea instead. And suppose she did go down that crooked path with all the Danger notices on it, then she could go into the cave for a quick word, walk along the beach and up the real steps and be home in the same time as if she had come down the street talking to this person and that. In winter there was hardly any business so people waved you into shops and gave you a biscuit or asked you to do a message for them. Shed be just as quick going by Brigids Cave and the beach.
It had been dry, so the Danger bits werent so dangerous. Clare slid easily down the cliff on to the sand. It was firm and hard, the tide had not long gone out. The mouth of the cave looked black and a bit frightening. But she squared her shoulders; it looked just the same in summer yet people went in there in droves. She shifted her schoolbag to her back so that she could have both hands free to guide herself and once she got used to the light there was no difficulty seeing the little ridge where you were meant to stand.
Clare took a deep breath: Will I win the history prize? she called.
Ize ize ize ize, called the echo.
Its saying yes, said a voice just beside her. Clare jumped with the fright. It was David Power.
You shouldnt listen to anyone else, its like listening in to confession, Clare said crossly.
I thought you saw me, David said simply. I wasnt hiding.
How could I see you? Didnt I come in out of the light? You were lurking in here. She was full of indignation.
Its not a private cave. You dont have to keep shouting Cave Occupied, David retorted loudly.
Pied pied pied pied, said the cave.
They both laughed.
He was nice, really, David Power, he was the same age as her brother Nedfifteen. They had been in Mixed Infants together, she remembered Ned telling someone proudly, wanting to share some experience with the doctors son.
He wore a tie and suit when he came home from school, all the time, not just when he went to Mass on Sundays. He was tall and he had freckles on his nose. His hair was a bit spiky and used to stick up in funny directions, one big bit of it fell over his forehead. He had a nice smile and he always looked as if he were ready to talk except that something was dragging him away. Sometimes he wore a blazer with a badge on it, and he looked very smart in that. He used to wrinkle his nose and tell people that it only looked smart when you didnt see a hundred and eighty blazers like that every day at his school. Hed been at a boarding school for over a year but now it was closed because of scarlet fever. Only the Dillon girls from the hotel went to boarding school and of course the Wests and the Greens, but they were Protestants and they had to go to a boarding school because there wasnt one of their own.
I didnt think it would answer really, I only tried it as a joke, she said.
I know. I tried it once as a joke too, he confessed.
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