A lean, rather handsome young Irishman, his face prematurely stern and sad, set out last week from his home at Black Rock, near Dublin, to attend mid-day mass. He walked alone and swiftly, scuffing up tiny clouds of earth from the road. His wife or his baby daughter may have been in his mind; or perhaps young Kevin O'Higgins was pondering some one of his problems as Minister of Justice of the Irish Free State. At 34, he had climbed higher than most politicians are content to find...
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