In a second, the taunt of the General of Maam was no more to him than a dream.
So he found, for the first time, her impatience with the quiet of Maam.
That dark mariner was to some extent a grieved sharer of her solitude in Maam.
At your age I would not have given Maam and the glen about it for my share of Paradise.
"It's the pair from Maam," said he, and back to his paper ...