Most likely passage for the test:
A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills falling softly on the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, falling softly into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill were Michael Furey lay buried.
Context: The main tension of the story is when Gabriel tries to make his move on his wife at the hotel. When she isn't into it, he discovers she is lost in thought about a past love interest, Michael Furey. He thinks she wants to visit him, but she explains he's dead. Realizing he doesn't really know his wife, he decides to go west, as Miss Ivors encouraged him, in hopes of returning to his roots and finding himself.