Dubliners by James Joyce

Dublin The Sisters
An Encounter
After the Race
Two Gallants
The Boarding House
A Little Cloud
A Painful Case
Ivy Day in the Committee Room
A Mother
The Dead

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[The Sisters] [10] world," and I had thought his words idle. Now I knew they were
[The Sisters] [20] he said, as if returning to some former remark of his:
[The Sisters] [26] He began to puff at his pipe, no doubt arranging his opinion in his
[The Sisters] [29] tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery.
[The Sisters] [34] He began to puff again at his pipe without giving us his theory. My
[The Sisters] [53] "God have mercy on his soul," said my aunt piously.
[The Sisters] [55] Old Cotter looked at me for a while. I felt that his little beady
[The Sisters] [57] looking up from my plate. He returned to his pipe and finally spat
[The Sisters] [66] let a young lad run about and play with young lads of his own age
[The Sisters] [69] "That's my principle, too," said my uncle. "Let him learn to box his
[The Sisters] [92] from his unfinished sentences. In the dark of my room I imagined
[The Sisters] [102] simoniac of his sin.
[The Sisters] [122] sitting in his arm-chair by the fire, nearly smothered in his
[The Sisters] [124] Toast for him and this present would have roused him from his
[The Sisters] [125] stupefied doze. It was always I who emptied the packet into his
[The Sisters] [126] black snuff-box for his hands trembled too much to allow him to
[The Sisters] [128] raised his large trembling hand to his nose little clouds of smoke
[The Sisters] [129] dribbled through his fingers over the front of his coat. It may have
[The Sisters] [130] been these constant showers of snuff which gave his ancient
[The Sisters] [141] sensation of freedom as if I had been freed from something by his
[The Sisters] [151] or only imperfections. His questions showed me how complex and
[The Sisters] [162] to smile and nod his head twice or thrice. Sometimes he used to
[The Sisters] [165] nod his head, now and then pushing huge pinches of snuff up each
[The Sisters] [166] nostril alternately. When he smiled he used to uncover his big
[The Sisters] [167] discoloured teeth and let his tongue lie upon his lower lip--a habit
[The Sisters] [199] priest was smiling as he lay there in his coffin.
[The Sisters] [203] as for the altar, his large hands loosely retaining a chalice. His face
[The Sisters] [209] we found Eliza seated in his arm-chair in state. I groped my way
[The Sisters] [283] gone to his eternal reward he won't forget you and all your
[The Sisters] [292] "I know that," said Eliza. "I won't be bringing him in his cup of
[The Sisters] [293] beef-tea any me, nor you, ma'am, sending him his snuff. Ah, poor
[The Sisters] [300] latterly. Whenever I'd bring in his soup to him there I'd find him
[The Sisters] [301] with his breviary fallen to the floor, lying back in the chair and his
[The Sisters] [313] together of a Sunday evening. He had his mind set on that.... Poor
[The Sisters] [316] "The Lord have mercy on his soul!" said my aunt.
[The Sisters] [323] priesthood was too much for him. And then his life was, you might
[The Sisters] [344] "That affected his mind," she said. "After that he began to mope by
[The Sisters] [352] think but there he was, sitting up by himself in the dark in his
[The Sisters] [357] in his coffin as we had seen him, solemn and truculent in death, an
[The Sisters] [358] idle chalice on his breast.
[An Encounter] [371] his back garden and arranged Indian battles. He and his fat young
[An Encounter] [375] bouts ended with Joe Dillon's war dance of victory. His parents
[An Encounter] [380] capered round the garden, an old tea-cosy on his head, beating a
[An Encounter] [381] tin with his fist and yelling:
[An Encounter] [435] an excuse for him and Leo Dillon was to tell his brother to say he
[An Encounter] [465] brought out the catapult which bulged from his inner pocket and
[An Encounter] [475] "And his sixpence...?" I said.
[An Encounter] [483] chased a crowd of ragged girls, brandishing his unloaded catapult
[An Encounter] [489] the silver badge of a cricket club in his cap. When we came to the
[An Encounter] [543] regretfully at his catapult and I had to suggest going home by train
[An Encounter] [552] by the bank slowly. He walked with one hand upon his hip and in
[An Encounter] [556] fairly old for his moustache was ashen-grey. When he passed at
[An Encounter] [557] our feet he glanced up at us quickly and then continued his way.
[An Encounter] [559] for perhaps fifty paces he turned about and began to retrace his
[An Encounter] [561] ground with his stick, so slowly that I thought he was looking for
[An Encounter] [587] saw that he had great gaps in his mouth between his yellow teeth.
[An Encounter] [601] His attitude on this point struck me as strangely liberal in a man of
[An Encounter] [602] his age. In my heart I thought that what he said about boys and
[An Encounter] [603] sweethearts was reasonable. But I disliked the words in his mouth
[An Encounter] [605] something or felt a sudden chill. As he proceeded I noticed that his
[An Encounter] [612] had learned by heart or that, magnetised by some words of his own
[An Encounter] [613] speech, his mind was slowly circling round and round in the same
[An Encounter] [615] that everybody knew, and at times he lowered his voice and spoke
[An Encounter] [617] not wish others to overhear. He repeated his phrases over and over
[An Encounter] [618] again, varying them and surrounding them with his monotonous
[An Encounter] [622] After a long while his monologue paused. He stood up slowly,
[An Encounter] [652] to speak on the subject of chastising boys. His mind, as if
[An Encounter] [653] magnetised again by his speech, seemed to circle slowly round and
[An Encounter] [659] at this sentiment and involuntarily glanced up at his face. As I did
[An Encounter] [663] The man continued his monologue. He seemed to have forgotten
[An Encounter] [664] his recent liberalism. He said that if ever he found a boy talking to
[An Encounter] [672] better than anything in this world; and his voice, as he led me
[An Encounter] [676] I waited till his monologue paused again. Then I stood up abruptly.
[Araby] [712] priest; in his will he had left all his money to institutions and the
[Araby] [713] furniture of his house to his sister.
[Araby] [730] brother in to his tea we watched her from our shadow peer up and
[Araby] [853] received the weight of his overcoat. I could interpret these signs.
[Araby] [854] When he was midway through his dinner I asked him to give me
[Araby] [868] his Steed. When I left the kitchen he was about to recite the
[Eveline] [944] Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his
[Eveline] [945] way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete
[Eveline] [955] with his blackthorn stick; but usually little Keogh used to keep nix
[Eveline] [1011] give her his hard-earned money to throw about the streets, and
[Eveline] [1026] night-boat to be his wife and to live with him in Buenos Ayres
[Eveline] [1030] was standing at the gate, his peaked cap pushed back on his head
[Eveline] [1031] and his hair tumbled forward over a face of bronze. Then they had
[Eveline] [1045] had fallen on his feet in Buenos Ayres, he said, and had come over
[Eveline] [1090] had a right to happiness. Frank would take her in his arms, fold her
[Eveline] [1091] in his arms. He would save her.
[After the Race] [1162] moustache and rather innocent-looking grey eyes. His father, who
[After the Race] [1163] had begun life as an advanced Nationalist, had modified his views
[After the Race] [1164] early. He had made his money as a butcher in Kingstown and by
[After the Race] [1165] opening shops in Dublin and in the suburbs he had made his
[After the Race] [1169] merchant prince. He had sent his son to England to be educated in
[After the Race] [1173] and he divided his time curiously between musical and motoring
[After the Race] [1175] little life. His father, remonstrative, but covertly proud of the
[After the Race] [1176] excess, had paid his bills and brought him home. It was at
[After the Race] [1180] to own some of the biggest hotels in France. Such a person (as his
[After the Race] [1186] cousins sat on the front seat; Jimmy and his Hungarian friend sat
[After the Race] [1198] Jimmy's excitement. He had been seen by many of his friends that
[After the Race] [1201] to his confused murmur of compliment, the swarthy face of the
[After the Race] [1205] great sum under his control. Segouin, perhaps, would not think it a
[After the Race] [1208] it had been got together. This knowledge had previously kept his
[After the Race] [1213] his substance! It was a serious thing for him.
[After the Race] [1218] of the concern. Jimmy had a respect for his father's shrewdness in
[After the Race] [1219] business matters and in this case it had been his father who had
[After the Race] [1231] tram-drivers. Near the Bank Segouin drew up and Jimmy and his
[After the Race] [1234] that evening in Segouin's hotel and, meanwhile, Jimmy and his
[After the Race] [1243] certain pride mingled with his parents' trepidation, a certain
[After the Race] [1247] equation to the bows of his dress tie, his father may have felt even
[After the Race] [1248] commercially satisfied at having secured for his son qualities often
[After the Race] [1249] unpurchaseable. His father, therefore, was unusually friendly with
[After the Race] [1250] Villona and his manner expressed a real respect for foreign
[After the Race] [1251] accomplishments; but this subtlety of his host was probably lost
[After the Race] [1253] his dinner.
[After the Race] [1262] Englishman's manner. A graceful image of his, he thought, and a
[After the Race] [1271] the romantic painters when Segouin shepherded his party into
[After the Race] [1273] influences, felt the buried zeal of his father wake to life within
[After the Race] [1276] danger of personal spite. The alert host at an opportunity lifted his
[After the Race] [1318] figures. What merriment! Jimmy took his part with a will; this was
[After the Race] [1329] Cards! cards! The table was cleared. Villona returned quietly to his
[After the Race] [1336] losing. But it was his own fault for he frequently mistook his cards
[After the Race] [1337] and the other men had to calculate his I.O.U.'s for him. They were
[After the Race] [1353] glad of the rest, glad of the dark stupor that would cover up his
[After the Race] [1354] folly. He leaned his elbows on the table and rested his head
[After the Race] [1355] between his hands, counting the beats of his temples. The cabin
[Two Gallants] [1374] step on to the road, owing to his companion's rudeness, wore an
[Two Gallants] [1376] was shoved far back from his forehead and the narrative to which
[Two Gallants] [1377] he listened made constant waves of expression break forth over his
[Two Gallants] [1378] face from the corners of his nose and eyes and mouth. Little jets of
[Two Gallants] [1379] wheezing laughter followed one another out of his convulsed body.
[Two Gallants] [1380] His eyes, twinkling with cunning enjoyment, glanced at every
[Two Gallants] [1381] moment towards his companion's face. Once or twice he
[Two Gallants] [1383] shoulder in toreador fashion. His breeches, his white rubber shoes
[Two Gallants] [1384] and his jauntily slung waterproof expressed youth. But his figure
[Two Gallants] [1385] fell into rotundity at the waist, his hair was scant and grey and his
[Two Gallants] [1394] His voice seemed winnowed of vigour; and to enforce his words he
[Two Gallants] [1400] He became serious and silent when he had said this. His tongue
[Two Gallants] [1403] leech but, in spite of this reputation, his adroitness and eloquence
[Two Gallants] [1404] had always prevented his friends from forming any general policy
[Two Gallants] [1410] he achieved the stern task of living, but his name was vaguely
[Two Gallants] [1415] Corley ran his tongue swiftly along his upper lip.
[Two Gallants] [1441] Corley's stride acknowledged the compliment. The swing of his
[Two Gallants] [1442] burly body made his friend execute a few light skips from the path
[Two Gallants] [1444] of police and he had inherited his father's frame and gut. He
[Two Gallants] [1445] walked with his hands by his sides, holding himself erect and
[Two Gallants] [1446] swaying his head from side to side. His head was large, globular
[Two Gallants] [1447] and oily; it sweated in all weathers; and his large round hat, set
[Two Gallants] [1451] was necessary for him to move his body from the hips. At present
[Two Gallants] [1456] judgments. He spoke without listening to the speech of his
[Two Gallants] [1457] companions. His conversation was mainly about himself what he
[Two Gallants] [1460] dialogues he aspirated the first letter of his name after the manner
[Two Gallants] [1463] Lenehan offered his friend a cigarette. As the two young men
[Two Gallants] [1484] A shade of mockery relieved the servility of his manner. To save
[Two Gallants] [1485] himself he had the habit of leaving his flattery open to the
[Two Gallants] [1510] He moistened his upper lip by running his tongue along it. The
[Two Gallants] [1511] recollection brightened his eyes. He too gazed at the pale disc of
[Two Gallants] [1525] This time Lenehan was inclined to disbelieve. He shook his head
[Two Gallants] [1554] His bright, small eyes searched his companion's face for
[Two Gallants] [1555] reassurance. Corley swung his head to and fro as if to toss aside an
[Two Gallants] [1556] insistent insect, and his brows gathered.
[Two Gallants] [1560] Lenehan said no more. He did not wish to ruffle his friend's
[Two Gallants] [1561] temper, to be sent to the devil and told that his advice was not
[Two Gallants] [1563] smooth again. His thoughts were running another way.
[Two Gallants] [1573] His harp, too, heedless that her coverings had fallen about her
[Two Gallants] [1592] Corley glanced sideways at his friend and an unpleasant grin
[Two Gallants] [1593] appeared on his face.
[Two Gallants] [1610] "Half ten," answered Corley, bringing over his other leg.
[Two Gallants] [1618] Corley did not answer. He sauntered across the road swaying his
[Two Gallants] [1619] head from side to side. His bulk, his easy pace, and the solid sound
[Two Gallants] [1620] of his boots had something of the conqueror in them. He
[Two Gallants] [1629] heavily scented and his eyes made a swift anxious scrutiny of the
[Two Gallants] [1642] passed Lenehan took off his cap and, after about ten seconds,
[Two Gallants] [1643] Corley returned a salute to the air. This he did by raising his hand
[Two Gallants] [1644] vaguely and pensively changing the angle of position of his hat.
[Two Gallants] [1649] stepping lightly in his white shoes, down one side of Merrion
[Two Gallants] [1650] Square. As he walked on slowly, timing his pace to theirs, he
[Two Gallants] [1657] Now that he was alone his face looked older. His gaiety seemed to
[Two Gallants] [1659] allowed his hand to run along them. The air which the harpist had
[Two Gallants] [1660] played began to control his movements His softly padded feet
[Two Gallants] [1661] played the melody while his fingers swept a scale of variations idly
[Two Gallants] [1665] Street. Though his eyes took note of many elements of the crowd
[Two Gallants] [1669] great deal, to invent and to amuse and his brain and throat were
[Two Gallants] [1674] ease in the dark quiet street, the sombre look of which suited his
[Two Gallants] [1696] He spoke roughly in order to belie his air of gentility for his entry
[Two Gallants] [1697] had been followed by a pause of talk. His face was heated. To
[Two Gallants] [1698] appear natural he pushed his cap back on his head and planted his
[Two Gallants] [1702] seasoned with pepper and vinegar, a fork and his ginger beer. He
[Two Gallants] [1703] ate his food greedily and found it so good that he made a note of
[Two Gallants] [1704] the shop mentally. When he had eaten all the peas he sipped his
[Two Gallants] [1706] In his imagination he beheld the pair of lovers walking along some
[Two Gallants] [1709] him feel keenly his own poverty of purse and spirit. He was tired
[Two Gallants] [1712] get a good job? Would he never have a home of his own? He
[Two Gallants] [1716] were worth: he knew the girls too. Experience had embittered his
[Two Gallants] [1718] better after having eaten than he had felt before, less weary of his
[Two Gallants] [1724] the shop to begin his wandering again. He went into Capel Street
[Two Gallants] [1726] Street. At the corner of George's Street he met two friends of his
[Two Gallants] [1728] from all his walking. His friends asked him had he seen Corley and
[Two Gallants] [1730] Corley. His friends talked very little. They looked vacantly after
[Two Gallants] [1739] He left his friends at a quarter to ten and went up George's Street.
[Two Gallants] [1742] on his way up the street he heard many groups and couples bidding
[Two Gallants] [1747] took his stand in the shadow of a lamp and brought out one of the
[Two Gallants] [1749] lamp-post and kept his gaze fixed on the part from which he
[Two Gallants] [1752] His mind became active again. He wondered had Corley managed
[Two Gallants] [1754] leave it to the last. He suffered all the pangs and thrills of his
[Two Gallants] [1755] friend's situation as well as those of his own. But the memory of
[Two Gallants] [1759] him the slip. His eyes searched the street: there was no sign of
[Two Gallants] [1762] his last cigarette and began to smoke it nervously. He strained his
[Two Gallants] [1764] must have gone home by another way. The paper of his cigarette
[Two Gallants] [1768] delight and keeping close to his lamp-post tried to read the result
[Two Gallants] [1770] quick short steps, while Corley kept beside her with his long stride.
[Two Gallants] [1782] coughed. Corley turned and went towards her. His broad figure hid
[Two Gallants] [1790] observed, he ran eagerly across the road. Anxiety and his swift run
[Two Gallants] [1795] Corley turned his head to see who had called him, and then
[Two Gallants] [1797] waterproof on his shoulders with one hand.
[Two Gallants] [1801] He came level with his friend and looked keenly in his face. He
[Two Gallants] [1807] Corley swerved to the left and went up the side street. His features
[Two Gallants] [1808] were composed in stern calm. Lenehan kept up with his friend,
[Two Gallants] [1810] through his voice.
[Two Gallants] [1816] smiling, opened it slowly to the gaze of his disciple. A small gold
[The Boarding House] [1824] Spring Gardens. But as soon as his father-in-law was dead Mr.
[The Boarding House] [1827] was sure to break out again a few days after. By fighting his wife
[The Boarding House] [1828] in the presence of customers and by buying bad meat he ruined his
[The Boarding House] [1829] business. One night he went for his wife with the cleaver and she
[The Boarding House] [1837] pencilled above his little eyes, which were veined and raw; and all
[The Boarding House] [1858] met his friends he had always a good one to tell them and he was
[The Boarding House] [1878] word to his daughter, she had taken her daughter home again and
[The Boarding House] [1936] that youth could not be pleaded as his excuse; nor could ignorance
[The Boarding House] [1937] be his excuse since he was a man who had seen something of the
[The Boarding House] [1943] the man: he can go his ways as if nothing had happened, having
[The Boarding House] [1944] had his moment of pleasure, but the girl has to bear the brunt.
[The Boarding House] [1959] him, perhaps, the loss of his job. Whereas if he agreed all might be
[The Boarding House] [1969] made two attempts to shave but his hand had been so unsteady that
[The Boarding House] [1970] he had been obliged to desist. Three days' reddish beard fringed his
[The Boarding House] [1971] jaws and every two or three minutes a mist gathered on his glasses
[The Boarding House] [1972] so that he had to take them off and polish them with his
[The Boarding House] [1973] pocket-handkerchief. The recollection of his confession of the
[The Boarding House] [1976] magnified his sin that he was almost thankful at being afforded a
[The Boarding House] [1979] would be sure to be talked of and his employer would be certain to
[The Boarding House] [1981] else's business. He felt his heart leap warmly in his throat as he
[The Boarding House] [1982] heard in his excited imagination old Mr. Leonard calling out in his
[The Boarding House] [1985] All his long years of service gone for nothing! All his industry and
[The Boarding House] [1986] diligence thrown away! As a young man he had sown his wild oats,
[The Boarding House] [1987] of course; he had boasted of his free-thinking and denied the
[The Boarding House] [1988] existence of God to his companions in public- houses. But that was
[The Boarding House] [1990] Reynolds's Newspaper every week but he attended to his religious
[The Boarding House] [1996] imagine his friends talking of the affair and laughing. She was a
[The Boarding House] [1999] not make up his mind whether to like her or despise her for what
[The Boarding House] [2000] she had done. Of course he had done it too. His instinct urged him
[The Boarding House] [2005] trousers she tapped lightly at his door and entered. She told him
[The Boarding House] [2008] threw her arms round his neck, saying:
[The Boarding House] [2015] right, never fear. He felt against his shirt the agitation of her
[The Boarding House] [2018] It was not altogether his fault that it had happened. He
[The Boarding House] [2022] at his door, timidly. She wanted to relight her candle at his for hers
[The Boarding House] [2029] On nights when he came in very late it was she who warmed up his
[The Boarding House] [2039] his delirium....
[The Boarding House] [2043] back. But the sin was there; even his sense of honour told him that
[The Boarding House] [2048] He stood up to put on his coat and waistcoat, more helpless than
[The Boarding House] [2053] Going down the stairs his glasses became so dimmed with
[The Boarding House] [2056] he would never hear again of his trouble, and yet a force pushed
[The Boarding House] [2057] him downstairs step by step. The implacable faces of his employer
[The Boarding House] [2058] and of the Madam stared upon his discomfiture. On the last flight
[The Boarding House] [2072] that sort of a game on with his sister he'd bloody well put his teeth
[The Boarding House] [2073] down his throat, so he would.
[A Little Cloud] [2105] EIGHT years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall
[A Little Cloud] [2107] at once by his travelled air, his well-cut tweed suit, and fearless
[A Little Cloud] [2108] accent. Few fellows had talents like his and fewer still could
[A Little Cloud] [2113] Little Chandler's thoughts ever since lunch-time had been of his
[A Little Cloud] [2117] gave one the idea of being a little man. His hands were white and
[A Little Cloud] [2118] small, his frame was fragile, his voice was quiet and his manners
[A Little Cloud] [2119] were refined. He took the greatest care of his fair silken hair and
[A Little Cloud] [2120] moustache and used perfume discreetly on his handkerchief. The
[A Little Cloud] [2121] half-moons of his nails were perfect and when he smiled you
[A Little Cloud] [2124] As he sat at his desk in the King's Inns he thought what changes
[A Little Cloud] [2127] on the London Press. He turned often from his tiresome writing to
[A Little Cloud] [2139] He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He
[A Little Cloud] [2140] had bought them in his bachelor days and many an evening, as he
[A Little Cloud] [2142] down from the bookshelf and read out something to his wife. But
[A Little Cloud] [2147] When his hour had struck he stood up and took leave of his desk
[A Little Cloud] [2148] and of his fellow-clerks punctiliously. He emerged from under the
[A Little Cloud] [2154] Little Chandler gave them no thought. He picked his way deftly
[A Little Cloud] [2157] had roystered. No memory of the past touched him, for his mind
[A Little Cloud] [2168] always passed without turning his head to look. It was his habit to
[A Little Cloud] [2170] himself in the city late at night he hurried on his way
[A Little Cloud] [2172] causes of his fear. He chose the darkest and narrowest streets and,
[A Little Cloud] [2173] as he walked boldly forward, the silence that was spread about his
[A Little Cloud] [2181] remember many signs of future greatness in his friend. People used
[A Little Cloud] [2185] affair, some money transaction: at least, that was one version of his
[A Little Cloud] [2188] yourself. Even when he was out at elbows and at his wits' end for
[A Little Cloud] [2190] the remembrance brought a slight flush of pride to his cheek) one
[A Little Cloud] [2199] Little Chandler quickened his pace. For the first time in his life he
[A Little Cloud] [2200] felt himself superior to the people he passed. For the first time his
[A Little Cloud] [2210] poem to express his idea. Perhaps Gallaher might be able to get it
[A Little Cloud] [2216] Every step brought him nearer to London, farther from his own
[A Little Cloud] [2217] sober inartistic life. A light began to tremble on the horizon of his
[A Little Cloud] [2218] mind. He was not so old--thirty-two. His temperament might be
[A Little Cloud] [2221] verse. He felt them within him. He tried weigh his soul to see if it
[A Little Cloud] [2222] was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his
[A Little Cloud] [2229] school by reason of the melancholy tone of his poems; besides
[A Little Cloud] [2231] phrases from the notice which his book would get. "Mr. Chandler
[A Little Cloud] [2233] pervades these poems." ... "The Celtic note." It was a pity his name
[A Little Cloud] [2234] was not more Irish-looking. Perhaps it would be better to insert his
[A Little Cloud] [2239] He pursued his revery so ardently that he passed his street and had
[A Little Cloud] [2240] to turn back. As he came near Corless's his former agitation began
[A Little Cloud] [2245] moments. He looked about him, but his sight was confused by the
[A Little Cloud] [2249] make his errand appear serious), but when his sight cleared a little
[A Little Cloud] [2251] enough, was Ignatius Gallaher leaning with his back against the
[A Little Cloud] [2252] counter and his feet planted far apart.
[A Little Cloud] [2263] Ignatius Gallaher took off his hat and displayed a large closely
[A Little Cloud] [2264] cropped head. His face was heavy, pale and cleanshaven. His eyes,
[A Little Cloud] [2265] which were of bluish slate-colour, relieved his unhealthy pallor
[A Little Cloud] [2268] colourless. He bent his head and felt with two sympathetic fingers
[A Little Cloud] [2269] the thin hair at the crown. Little Chandler shook his head as a
[A Little Cloud] [2270] denial. Ignatius Galaher put on his hat again.
[A Little Cloud] [2280] Little Chandler allowed his whisky to be very much diluted.
[A Little Cloud] [2328] He sipped a little of his drink while Ignatius Gallaher finished his
[A Little Cloud] [2332] the flavour of his drink. "It's not so beautiful, you know. Of course,
[A Little Cloud] [2336] Little Chandler finished his whisky and, after some trouble,
[A Little Cloud] [2346] glasses: then he touched his friend's glass lightly and reciprocated
[A Little Cloud] [2349] him. There was something vulgar in his friend which he had not
[A Little Cloud] [2354] looked at his friend enviously.
[A Little Cloud] [2362] Little Chandler took four or five sips from his glass.
[A Little Cloud] [2367] Ignatius Gallaher made a catholic gesture with his right arm.
[A Little Cloud] [2376] Ignatius Gallaher drank off his whisky and shook his had.
[A Little Cloud] [2398] Ignatius Gallaher produced his cigar-case. The two friends lit their
[A Little Cloud] [2406] Ignatius Gallaher puffed thoughtfully at his cigar and then, in a
[A Little Cloud] [2407] calm historian's tone, he proceeded to sketch for his friend some
[A Little Cloud] [2410] to Berlin. Some things he could not vouch for (his friends had told
[A Little Cloud] [2438] He extended his hand, which Little Chandler took.
[A Little Cloud] [2457] Ignatius Gallaher slapped his friend sonorously on the back.
[A Little Cloud] [2461] Little Chandler smiled, looked confusedly at his glass and bit his
[A Little Cloud] [2503] his face a few moments before was establishing itself. A trifle
[A Little Cloud] [2505] Three small whiskies had gone to his head and Gallaher's strong
[A Little Cloud] [2506] cigar had confused his mind, for he was a delicate and abstinent
[A Little Cloud] [2511] his sensitive nature. He felt acutely the contrast between his own
[A Little Cloud] [2512] life and his friend's and it seemed to him unjust. Gallaher was his
[A Little Cloud] [2514] something better than his friend had ever done, or could ever do,
[A Little Cloud] [2516] chance. What was it that stood in his way? His unfortunate timidity
[A Little Cloud] [2517] He wished to vindicate himself in some way, to assert his
[A Little Cloud] [2518] manhood. He saw behind Gallaher's refusal of his invitation.
[A Little Cloud] [2519] Gallaher was only patronising him by his friendliness just as he
[A Little Cloud] [2520] was patronising Ireland by his visit.
[A Little Cloud] [2523] towards his friend and took up the other boldly.
[A Little Cloud] [2530] over the rim of his glass. When he had drunk he smacked his lips
[A Little Cloud] [2531] decisively, set down his glass and said:
[A Little Cloud] [2539] Ignatius Gallaher turned his orange tie and slate-blue eyes full
[A Little Cloud] [2540] upon his friend.
[A Little Cloud] [2547] He had slightly emphasised his tone and he was aware that he had
[A Little Cloud] [2548] betrayed himself; but, though the colour had heightened in his
[A Little Cloud] [2549] cheek, he did not flinch from his friend's gaze. Ignatius Gallaher
[A Little Cloud] [2556] Little Chandler shook his head.
[A Little Cloud] [2566] He tossed his glass to his mouth, finished his drink and laughed
[A Little Cloud] [2573] He imitated with his mouth the act of tasting and made a wry face.
[A Little Cloud] [2577] Little Chandler sat in the room off the hall, holding a child in his
[A Little Cloud] [2587] two pounds of sugar. She put the sleeping child deftly in his arms
[A Little Cloud] [2600] and trying to appear at his ease while the girl piled ladies' blouses
[A Little Cloud] [2602] penny of his change, being called back by the cashier, and finally,
[A Little Cloud] [2603] striving to hide his blushes as he left the shop by examining the
[A Little Cloud] [2626] he had bought for his house on the hire system. Annie had chosen
[A Little Cloud] [2628] dull resentment against his life awoke within him. Could he not
[A Little Cloud] [2629] escape from his little house? Was it too late for him to try to live
[A Little Cloud] [2635] it cautiously with his left hand lest he should waken the child and
[A Little Cloud] [2648] melancholy of his soul in verse? There were so many things he
[A Little Cloud] [2649] wanted to describe: his sensation of a few hours before on Grattan
[A Little Cloud] [2654] and fro in his arms but its wailing cry grew keener. He rocked it
[A Little Cloud] [2655] faster while his eyes began to read the second stanza:
[A Little Cloud] [2662] wailing of the child pierced the drum of his ear. It was useless,
[A Little Cloud] [2663] useless! He was a prisoner for life. His arms trembled with anger
[A Little Cloud] [2669] to scream. He jumped up from his chair and walked hastily up and
[A Little Cloud] [2670] down the room with the child in his arms. It began to sob
[A Little Cloud] [2676] caught the child to his breast in fright. If it died!...
[A Little Cloud] [2689] "What have you done to him?" she cried, glaring into his face.
[A Little Cloud] [2692] his heart closed together as he met the hatred in them. He began to
[A Little Cloud] [2705] Little Chandler felt his cheeks suffused with shame and he stood
[A Little Cloud] [2708] his eyes.
[Counterparts] [2722] The man muttered "Blast him!" under his breath and pushed back
[Counterparts] [2723] his chair to stand up. When he stood up he was tall and of great
[Counterparts] [2725] eyebrows and moustache: his eyes bulged forward slightly and the
[Counterparts] [2738] shot his head up over a pile of documents. The head itself was so
[Counterparts] [2765] Mr. Alleyne bent his head again upon his pile of papers. The man
[Counterparts] [2768] his throat for a few moments and then passed, leaving after it a
[Counterparts] [2776] shot up his head again, saying:
[Counterparts] [2790] He returned to his desk in the lower office and counted the sheets
[Counterparts] [2791] which remained to be copied. He took up his pen and dipped it in
[Counterparts] [2795] then he could write. He felt that he must slake the thirst in his
[Counterparts] [2796] throat. He stood up from his desk and, lifting the counter as before,
[Counterparts] [2800] "It's all right, Mr. Shelley," said the man, pointing with his finger
[Counterparts] [2801] to indicate the objective of his journey.
[Counterparts] [2805] man pulled a shepherd's plaid cap out of his pocket, put it on his
[Counterparts] [2810] that looked into the bar with his inflamed face, the colour of dark
[Counterparts] [2816] a gulp and asked for a caraway seed. He put his penny on the
[Counterparts] [2823] wondering whether he could finish his copy in time. On the stairs a
[Counterparts] [2824] moist pungent odour of perfumes saluted his nose: evidently Miss
[Counterparts] [2825] Delacour had come while he was out in O'Neill's. He crammed his
[Counterparts] [2826] cap back again into his pocket and re-entered the office, assuming
[Counterparts] [2841] This address in the presence of the public, his run upstairs and the
[Counterparts] [2843] sat down at his desk to get what was required, he realised how
[Counterparts] [2844] hopeless was the task of finishing his copy of the contract before
[Counterparts] [2846] spend it in the bars, drinking with his friends amid the glare of gas
[Counterparts] [2855] she came. She was sitting beside his desk now in an aroma of
[Counterparts] [2857] great black feather in her hat. Mr. Alleyne had swivelled his chair
[Counterparts] [2858] round to face her and thrown his right foot jauntily upon his left
[Counterparts] [2861] notice of his bow. Mr. Alleyne tapped a finger on the
[Counterparts] [2865] The man returned to the lower office and sat down again at his
[Counterparts] [2871] the machine for a few minutes and then set to work to finish his
[Counterparts] [2872] copy. But his head was not clear and his mind wandered away to
[Counterparts] [2874] punches. He struggled on with his copy, but when the clock struck
[Counterparts] [2876] it in time. He longed to execrate aloud, to bring his fist down on
[Counterparts] [2882] His body ached to do something, to rush out and revel in violence.
[Counterparts] [2883] All the indignities of his life enraged him.... Could he ask the
[Counterparts] [2887] The barometer of his emotional nature was set for a spell of riot.
[Counterparts] [2889] His imagination had so abstracted him that his name was called
[Counterparts] [2892] anticipation of something. The man got up from his desk. Mr.
[Counterparts] [2896] and violent that the man could hardly restrain his fist from
[Counterparts] [2907] and back again; and, almost before he was aware of it, his tongue
[Counterparts] [2913] was astounded (the author of the witticism no less than his
[Counterparts] [2916] rose and his mouth twitched with a dwarf s passion. He shook his
[Counterparts] [2933] that his position was bad enough. He had been obliged to offer an
[Counterparts] [2934] abject apology to Mr. Alleyne for his impertinence but he knew
[Counterparts] [2937] out of the office in order to make room for his own nephew. He
[Counterparts] [2940] rest; his life would be a hell to him. He had made a proper fool of
[Counterparts] [2941] himself this time. Could he not keep his tongue in his cheek? But
[Counterparts] [2943] ever since the day Mr. Alleyne had overheard him mimicking his
[Counterparts] [2949] He felt his great body again aching for the comfort of the
[Counterparts] [2953] somewhere or other: he had spent his last penny for the g.p. and
[Counterparts] [2955] as he was fingering his watch-chain, he thought of Terry Kelly's
[Counterparts] [2965] his thumb and fingers. In Westmoreland Street the footpaths were
[Counterparts] [2970] masterfully at the office-girls. His head was full of the noises of
[Counterparts] [2971] tram- gongs and swishing trolleys and his nose already sniffed the
[Counterparts] [2979] Nosey Flynn was sitting up in his usual corner of Davy Byrne's
[Counterparts] [2982] drink in his turn. After a while O'Halloran and Paddy Leonard
[Counterparts] [2993] asked him to give his version of it, and he did so with great
[Counterparts] [2996] which Mr. Alleyne shook his fist in Farrington's face. Then he
[Counterparts] [2998] please," while Farrington looked at the company out of his heavy
[Counterparts] [3000] from his moustache with the aid of his lower lip.
[Counterparts] [3025] Weathers made them all have just one little tincture at his expense
[Counterparts] [3045] answered his gaze he admired still more her large dark brown eyes.
[Counterparts] [3048] room, she brushed against his chair and said "O, pardon!" in a
[Counterparts] [3050] would look back at him, but he was disappointed. He cursed his
[Counterparts] [3054] that he lost count of the conversation of his friends.
[Counterparts] [3057] about feats of strength. Weathers was showing his biceps muscle
[Counterparts] [3060] his sleeve accordingly and showed his biceps muscle to the
[Counterparts] [3067] The trial began. After about thirty seconds Weathers brought his
[Counterparts] [3082] long struggle Weathers again brought his opponent's hand slowly
[Counterparts] [3085] his red head towards the victor and said with stupid familiarity:
[Counterparts] [3104] twopence in his pocket. He cursed everything. He had done for
[Counterparts] [3105] himself in the office, pawned his watch, spent all his money; and
[Counterparts] [3108] lost his reputation as a strong man, having been defeated twice by
[Counterparts] [3109] a mere boy. His heart swelled with fury and, when he thought of
[Counterparts] [3111] Pardon! his fury nearly choked him.
[Counterparts] [3113] His tram let him down at Shelbourne Road and he steered his great
[Counterparts] [3115] returning to his home. When he went in by the side- door he found
[Counterparts] [3121] His wife was a little sharp-faced woman who bullied her husband
[Counterparts] [3145] lit the lamp. He began to mimic his son's flat accent, saying half to
[Counterparts] [3147] lamp was lit he banged his fist on the table and shouted:
[Counterparts] [3161] "I'll teach you to let the fire out!" he said, rolling up his sleeve in
[Counterparts] [3162] order to give his arm free play.
[Counterparts] [3167] upon his knees.
[Counterparts] [3172] The boy uttered a squeal of pain as the stick cut his thigh. He
[Counterparts] [3173] clasped his hands together in the air and his voice shook with
[Clay] [3317] bowed, and he bowed to her and raised his hat and smiled
[Clay] [3348] was very nice with her. He told her all that went on in his office,
[Clay] [3365] So Maria let him have his way and they sat by the fire talking over
[Clay] [3368] he spoke a word to his brother again and Maria said she was sorry
[Clay] [3370] was a great shame for him to speak that way of his own flesh and
[Clay] [3371] blood but Joe said that Alphy was no brother of his and there was
[Clay] [3373] lose his temper on account of the night it was and asked his wife to
[Clay] [3376] was delighted to see the children so merry and Joe and his wife in
[Clay] [3431] whatever other people might say; and his eyes filled up so much
[Clay] [3433] end he had to ask his wife to tell him where the corkscrew was.
[A Painful Case] [3440] and pretentious. He lived in an old sombre house and from his
[A Painful Case] [3442] the shallow river on which Dublin is built. The lofty walls of his
[A Painful Case] [3467] disorder. A medival doctor would have called him saturnine. His
[A Painful Case] [3468] face, which carried the entire tale of his years, was of the brown
[A Painful Case] [3469] tint of Dublin streets. On his long and rather large head grew dry
[A Painful Case] [3471] unamiable mouth. His cheekbones also gave his face a harsh
[A Painful Case] [3475] disappointed. He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding
[A Painful Case] [3476] his own acts with doubtful side-glasses. He had an odd
[A Painful Case] [3477] autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from
[A Painful Case] [3484] midday he went to Dan Burke's and took his lunch--a bottle of
[A Painful Case] [3488] and where there was a certain plain honesty in the bill of fare. His
[A Painful Case] [3489] evenings were spent either before his landlady's piano or roaming
[A Painful Case] [3490] about the outskirts of the city. His liking for Mozart's music
[A Painful Case] [3492] only dissipations of his life.
[A Painful Case] [3495] his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his
[A Painful Case] [3500] circumstances he would rob his hank but, as these circumstances
[A Painful Case] [3501] never arose, his life rolled out evenly--an adventureless tale.
[A Painful Case] [3513] permanently in his memory. When he learned that the young girl
[A Painful Case] [3540] encouraged his visits, thinking that his daughter's hand was in
[A Painful Case] [3541] question. He had dismissed his wife so sincerely from his gallery
[A Painful Case] [3547] Little by little he entangled his thoughts with hers. He lent her
[A Painful Case] [3548] books, provided her with ideas, shared his intellectual life with
[A Painful Case] [3551] Sometimes in return for his theories she gave out some fact of her
[A Painful Case] [3552] own life. With almost maternal solicitude she urged him to let his
[A Painful Case] [3553] nature open to the full: she became his confessor. He told her that
[A Painful Case] [3558] and in its own garret, he had discontinued his attendances. The
[A Painful Case] [3566] She asked him why did he not write out his thoughts. For what, he
[A Painful Case] [3579] of his character, emotionalised his mental life. Sometimes he
[A Painful Case] [3580] caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought
[A Painful Case] [3582] attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more
[A Painful Case] [3584] recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable loneliness.
[A Painful Case] [3587] every sign of unusual excitement, Mrs. Sinico caught up his hand
[A Painful Case] [3590] Mr. Duffy was very much surprised. Her interpretation of his
[A Painful Case] [3601] and left her. A few days later he received a parcel containing his
[A Painful Case] [3604] Four years passed. Mr. Duffy returned to his even way of life. His
[A Painful Case] [3605] room still bore witness of the orderliness of his mind. Some new
[A Painful Case] [3607] and on his shelves stood two volumes by Nietzsche: Thus Spake
[A Painful Case] [3609] papers which lay in his desk. One of his sentences, written two
[A Painful Case] [3610] months after his last interview with Mrs. Sinico, read: Love
[A Painful Case] [3614] from concerts lest he should meet her. His father died; the junior
[A Painful Case] [3621] cabbage into his mouth his hand stopped. His eyes fixed
[A Painful Case] [3624] on his plate and read the paragraph attentively. Then he drank a
[A Painful Case] [3625] glass of water, pushed his plate to one side, doubled the paper
[A Painful Case] [3626] down before him between his elbows and read the paragraph over
[A Painful Case] [3628] on his plate. The girl came over to him to ask was his dinner not
[A Painful Case] [3630] of it with difficulty. Then he paid his bill and went out.
[A Painful Case] [3632] He walked along quickly through the November twilight, his stout
[A Painful Case] [3634] peeping out of a side-pocket of his tight reefer overcoat. On the
[A Painful Case] [3636] slackened his pace. His stick struck the ground less emphatically
[A Painful Case] [3637] and his breath, issuing irregularly, almost with a sighing sound,
[A Painful Case] [3638] condensed in the wintry air. When he reached his house he went
[A Painful Case] [3639] up at once to his bedroom and, taking the paper from his pocket,
[A Painful Case] [3641] read it not aloud, but moving his lips as a priest does when he
[A Painful Case] [3683] sufficient to have caused death in a normal person. Death, in his
[A Painful Case] [3688] expressed his deep regret at the accident. The company had always
[A Painful Case] [3697] deceased, also gave evidence. He stated that the deceased was his
[A Painful Case] [3701] ago when his wife began to be rather intemperate in her habits.
[A Painful Case] [3711] great sympathy with Captain Sinico and his daughter. He urged on
[A Painful Case] [3720] Mr. Duffy raised his eyes from the paper and gazed out of his
[A Painful Case] [3728] vulgar death attacked his stomach. Not merely had she degraded
[A Painful Case] [3730] miserable and malodorous. His soul's companion! He thought of
[A Painful Case] [3741] As the light failed and his memory began to wander he thought her
[A Painful Case] [3742] hand touched his. The shock which had first attacked his stomach
[A Painful Case] [3743] was now attacking his nerves. He put on his overcoat and hat
[A Painful Case] [3745] crept into the sleeves of his coat. When he came to the
[A Painful Case] [3754] with their heavy boots. Mr. Duffy sat on his stool and gazed at
[A Painful Case] [3761] As he sat there, living over his life with her and evoking
[A Painful Case] [3769] must have been, sitting night after night alone in that room. His
[A Painful Case] [3777] the darkness. At moments he seemed to feel her voice touch his
[A Painful Case] [3778] ear, her hand touch his. He stood still to listen. Why had he
[A Painful Case] [3780] felt his moral nature falling to pieces.
[A Painful Case] [3787] with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he
[A Painful Case] [3793] feast. He turned his eyes to the grey gleaming river, winding along
[A Painful Case] [3797] out of sight; but still he heard in his ears the laborious drone of the
[A Painful Case] [3801] pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what
[A Painful Case] [3804] voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3812] When the dome was thinly covered his face lapsed into darkness
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3813] but, as he set himself to fan the fire again, his crouching shadow
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3814] ascended the opposite wall and his face slowly reemerged into
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3826] he undid his handiwork meditatively. Then he began to roll the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3835] Mr. O'Connor put his cigarette into his mouth and began search his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3855] part of the ward but, as the weather was inclement and his boots
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3861] Mr. O'Connor tore a strip off the card and, lighting it, lit his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3863] lapel of his coat. The old man watched him attentively and then,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3865] while his companion smoked.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3874] "Only I'm an old man now I'd change his tune for him. I'd take the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3875] stick to his back and beat him while I could stand over him--as I
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3896] Mr. O'Connor shook his head in sympathy, and the old man fell
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3912] Imminent little drops of rain hung at the brim of his hat and the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3913] collar of his jacket-coat was turned up.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3917] Mr. O'Connor shook his head. The old man left the hearth and
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3942] The old man returned to his seat by the fire, saying:
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3954] always hat in hand before any fellow with a handle to his name?
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3968] not looking for fat jobs for his sons and nephews and cousins. The
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3988] together. Mr. Hynes took off his hat, shook it and then turned
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3989] down the collar of his coat, displaying, as he did so, an ivy leaf in
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4002] over quickly to the fire, rubbing his hands as if he intended to
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4007] "Sit down here, Mr. Henchy," said the old man, offering him his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4017] "Yes," said Mr. O'Connor, beginning to search his pockets for
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4034] Mr. Henchy began to snuffle and to rub his hands over the fire at a
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4042] "It's no go," said Mr. Henchy, shaking his head. "I asked the little
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4051] got those little pigs' eyes for nothing. Blast his soul! Couldn't he
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4054] hell! I suppose he forgets the time his little old father kept the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4075] mantelpiece with the aid of his shoulders, made ready to leave.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4092] "'Usha, poor Joe!" said Mr. O'Connor, throwing the end of his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4105] "His father was a decent, respectable man," Mr. Henchy admitted.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4106] "Poor old Larry Hynes! Many a good turn he did in his day! But I'm
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4113] the old man. "Let him work for his own side and not come spying
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4136] the heart's blood of a patriot! That's a fellow now that'd sell his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4137] country for fourpence--ay--and go down on his bended knees
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4145] the doorway. His black clothes were tightly buttoned on his short
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4147] collar or a layman's, because the collar of his shabby frock-coat,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4149] turned up about his neck. He wore a round hat of hard black felt.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4150] His face, shining with raindrops, had the appearance of damp
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4152] He opened his very long mouth suddenly to express
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4153] disappointment and at the same time opened wide his very bright
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4156] "O Father Keon!" said Mr. Henchy, jumping up from his chair. "Is
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4159] "O, no, no, no!" said Father Keon quickly, pursing his lips as if he
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4191] "Tell me, John," said Mr. O'Connor, lighting his cigarette with
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4213] "No," said Mr. Henchy, "I think he's travelling on his own
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4223] leaning on the counter in his shirt-sleeves having a deep goster
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4229] Cowley. I just waited till I caught his eye, and said: 'About that
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4267] sending out for a pound of chops for his dinner? How's that for
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4272] At this point there was a knock at the door, and a boy put in his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4282] his basket on his arm and asked:
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4298] The boy went out and Mr. Henchy began to rub his hands
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4301] "Ah, well, he's not so bad after all. He's as good as his word,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4312] loan of him. He means well, you know, in his own tinpot way."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4331] put the bottle back on the table and wiped his mouth with his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4341] placed his bottle on the mantelpiece within hand's reach and drew
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4357] his sloping figure. He had a big face which resembled a young ox's
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4387] another drink from his bottle. Mr. Lyons sat on the edge of the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4388] table, pushed his hat towards the nape of his neck and began to
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4389] swing his legs.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4398] reason was that he considered his companions beneath him. He
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4406] the fire, took his bottle and carried it back to the table.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4419] to his own advantage to keep down the rates? He's a prominent and
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4425] drinking and smacking his lips.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4439] it. Here's this chap come to the throne after his old mother keeping
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4447] Mr. Crofton nodded his head.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4454] fond of his glass of grog and he's a bit of a rake, perhaps, and he's a
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4473] got up from his box and went to the fire. As he returned with his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4523] off his hat, laid it on the table and stood up. He seemed to be
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4524] rehearsing the piece in his mind. After a rather long pause he
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4532] He cleared his throat once or twice and then began to recite:
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4547] He would have had his Erin famed,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4558] Of fawning priests--no friends of his.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4562] Of one who spurned them in his pride.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4567] No sound of strife disturb his sleep!
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4572] But Erin, list, his spirit may
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4581] Mr. Hynes sat down again on the table. When he had finished his
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4590] "Good man, Joe!" said Mr. O'Connor, taking out his cigarette
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4591] papers and pouch the better to hide his emotion.
[A Mother] [4601] been walking up and down Dublin for nearly a month, with his
[A Mother] [4603] series of concerts. He had a game leg and for this his friends called
[A Mother] [4622] He was much older than she. His conversation, which was serious,
[A Mother] [4623] took place at intervals in his great brown beard. After the first year
[A Mother] [4630] ever so slightly he stood up to take his leave and, when his cough
[A Mother] [4631] troubled him, she put the eider-down quilt over his feet and made a
[A Mother] [4632] strong rum punch. For his part, he was a model father. By paying a
[A Mother] [4633] small sum every week into a society, he ensured for both his
[A Mother] [4649] went with his family to the pro-cathedral, a little crowd of people
[A Mother] [4661] a series of four grand concerts which his Society was going to give
[A Mother] [4706] secretary of the Society, Mr. Fitzpatrick. She smiled and shook his
[A Mother] [4708] that he wore his soft brown hat carelessly on the side of his head
[A Mother] [4709] and that his accent was flat. He held a programme in his hand, and,
[A Mother] [4722] Mrs. Kearney rewarded his very flat final syllable with a quick
[A Mother] [4751] quite unconscious that Mrs. Kearney was taking angry note of his
[A Mother] [4753] jutting out his head and exchanging a laugh with two friends in the
[A Mother] [4767] She called Mr. Fitzpatrick away from his screen and told him that
[A Mother] [4792] number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.
[A Mother] [4830] Queen's Theatre. He sang his music with great feeling and volume
[A Mother] [4832] marred the good impression by wiping his nose in his gloved hand
[A Mother] [4835] never drank anything stronger than milk for his voice's sake. Mr.
[A Mother] [4837] every year for prizes at the Feis Ceoil. On his fourth trial he had
[A Mother] [4839] extremely jealous of other tenors and he covered his nervous
[A Mother] [4840] jealousy with an ebullient friendliness. It was his humour to have
[A Mother] [4848] Mr. Bell laughed at his fellow-sufferer, held out his hand and said:
[A Mother] [4880] while she strove to be polite, her eyes followed Mr. Holohan in his
[A Mother] [4891] Mr. Holohan said that it wasn't his business.
[A Mother] [4914] in his hand and the aroma of cigar smoke floated near him. He had
[A Mother] [4920] colour of her body appealed to his senses. He was pleasantly
[A Mother] [4923] and fragrance and wilful glances were his tribute. When he could
[A Mother] [4939] by instinct. He was a suave, elderly man who balanced his
[A Mother] [4940] imposing body, when at rest, upon a large silk umbrella. His
[A Mother] [4942] he balanced the fine problem of his finances. He was widely
[A Mother] [4949] ready with his music but the accompanist made no sign. Evidently
[A Mother] [4951] stroking his beard, while Mrs. Kearney spoke into Kathleen's ear
[A Mother] [4969] and to Kathleen. But Mr. Kearney continued to stroke his beard
[A Mother] [4983] his head and began to count the links of the gold chain which was
[A Mother] [4984] extended across his waist, smiling and humming random notes to
[A Mother] [4991] whistling. Mr. Fitzpatrick held a few banknotes in his hand. He
[A Mother] [5022] He had been paid his money and wished to be at peace with men.
[A Mother] [5090] baritone and his accompanist to pass up to the platform. She stood
[A Mother] [5106] up and down the room, in order to cool himself for he his skin on
[A Mother] [5112] poised upon his umbrella in approval.
[Grace] [5119] him over. His hat had rolled a few yards away and his clothes were
[Grace] [5121] face downwards. His eyes were closed and he breathed with a
[Grace] [5123] his mouth.
[Grace] [5147] His collar was unfastened and his necktie undone. He opened eyes
[Grace] [5149] who had carried him upstairs held a dinged silk hat in his hand.
[Grace] [5151] man was or where had his friends gone. The door of the bar
[Grace] [5157] a young man with thick immobile features, listened. He moved his
[Grace] [5160] he drew off his glove, produced a small book from his waist,
[Grace] [5161] licked the lead of his pencil and made ready to indite. He asked in
[Grace] [5164] "Who is the man? What's his name and address?"
[Grace] [5166] A young man in a cycling-suit cleared his way through the ring of
[Grace] [5173] opened his eyes and looked about him. He looked at the circle of
[Grace] [5174] faces and then, understanding, strove to rise to his feet.
[Grace] [5180] He was helped to his feet. The manager said something about a
[Grace] [5186] The man, without answering, began to twirl the ends of his
[Grace] [5187] moustache. He made light of his accident. It was nothing, he said:
[Grace] [5206] The constable touched his helmet and answered:
[Grace] [5210] "Come now, Tom," said Mr. Power, taking his friend by the arm.
[Grace] [5231] gentleman must have missed his footing. The customers returned
[Grace] [5247] his gratitude to the young man and regretted that they could not
[Grace] [5255] huddled together with cold. His friend asked him to tell how the
[Grace] [5264] sheltering it in the shell of his hands, peered again into the mouth
[Grace] [5273] "Sha, 's nothing," said Mr. Kernan, closing his mouth and pulling
[Grace] [5274] the collar of his filthy coat across his neck.
[Grace] [5280] pass muster. He carried on the tradition of his Napoleon, the great
[Grace] [5284] which was written the name of his firm with the address--London,
[Grace] [5289] took a mouthful, drew it up, saturated his palate with it and then
[Grace] [5293] Constabulary Office in Dublin Castle. The arc of his social rise
[Grace] [5294] intersected the arc of his friend's decline, but Mr. Kernan's decline
[Grace] [5296] known him at his highest point of success still esteemed him as a
[Grace] [5297] character. Mr. Power was one of these friends. His inexplicable
[Grace] [5298] debts were a byword in his circle; he was a debonair young man.
[Grace] [5301] Kernan was helped into the house. His wife put him to bed while
[Grace] [5306] surprised at their manners and at their accents, and his brow grew
[Grace] [5320] his, not like some of the others he does be with. They're all right so
[Grace] [5321] long as he has money in his pocket to keep him out from his wife
[Grace] [5325] Mr. Power shook his head but said nothing.
[Grace] [5341] the footpath, and swinging his arms to warm himself.
[Grace] [5347] He got up on the car. As it drove off he raised his hat to her gaily.
[Grace] [5371] his other arm. After three weeks she had found a wife's life
[Grace] [5381] Mr. Kernan sent a letter to his office next day and remained in bed.
[Grace] [5383] his frequent intemperance as part of the climate, healed him
[Grace] [5390] Two nights after, his friends came to see him. She brought them up
[Grace] [5391] to his bedroom, the air of which was impregnated with a personal
[Grace] [5395] the bed by pillows and the little colour in his puffy cheeks made
[Grace] [5396] them resemble warm cinders. He apologised to his guests for the
[Grace] [5401] his friends, Mr. Cunningham, Mr. M'Coy and Mr. Power had
[Grace] [5405] converted to the Catholic faith at the time of his marriage, he had
[Grace] [5410] elder colleague of Mr. Power. His own domestic life was very
[Grace] [5417] thoroughly sensible man, influential and intelligent. His blade of
[Grace] [5421] informed. His friends bowed to his opinions and considered that
[Grace] [5422] his face was like Shakespeare's.
[Grace] [5431] She was tempted to see a curious appropriateness in his accident
[Grace] [5444] bitten off a piece of his tongue during an epileptic fit and the
[Grace] [5454] Mr. M'Coy had been at one time a tenor of some reputation. His
[Grace] [5456] the piano at low terms. His line of life had not been the shortest
[Grace] [5458] driven to live by his wits. He had been a clerk in the Midland
[Grace] [5463] Coroner. His new office made him professionally interested in Mr.
[Grace] [5481] with an air of challenge. Mr. Cunningham nodded his head rapidly
[Grace] [5488] Mr. Power waved his hand.
[Grace] [5494] "A chap. I don't know his name. Damn it now, what's his name?
[Grace] [5510] his fellow-travellers had never consented to overlook his origin.
[Grace] [5515] Jewish ethical code, his fellow-Catholics, whenever they had
[Grace] [5516] smarted in person or by proxy under his exactions, spoke of him
[Grace] [5518] disapproval of usury made manifest through the person of his idiot
[Grace] [5519] son. At other times they remembered his good points.
[Grace] [5524] his friends to think there had been some mistake, that Mr. Harford
[Grace] [5525] and he had missed each other. His friends, who knew quite well
[Grace] [5550] Mr. Power did not relish the use of his Christian name. He was not
[Grace] [5559] conscious of his citizenship, wished to live with his city on terms
[Grace] [5615] Mr. Power stood up to officiate, offering her his chair. She
[Grace] [5654] would be taken into his friends' confidence. Then he asked:
[Grace] [5676] encouraged by his own voice, proceeded:
[Grace] [5697] to his mind, but, understanding that some spiritual agencies were
[Grace] [5698] about to concern themselves on his behalf, he thought he owed it
[Grace] [5699] to his dignity to show a stiff neck. He took no part in the
[Grace] [5701] enmity, while his friends discussed the Jesuits.
[Grace] [5735] "They're all good men," said Mr. Cunningham, "each in his own
[Grace] [5750] Kernan seemed to be weighing something in his mind. He was
[Grace] [5794] his discourse now. Crofton and I were in the back of the... pit, you
[Grace] [5801] was magnificent, the style of the oratory. And his voice! God!
[Grace] [5810] his very words. Kernan, he said, we worship at different altars, he
[Grace] [5844] had failed in business in a licensed house in the city because his
[Grace] [5847] Glasnevin Road where, he flattered himself, his manners would
[Grace] [5853] He inquired politely for Mr. Kernan, placed his gift on the table
[Grace] [5867] the age. His great idea, you know, was the union of the Latin and
[Grace] [5868] Greek Churches. That was the aim of his life."
[Grace] [5871] said Mr. Power. "I mean, apart from his being Pope."
[Grace] [5873] "So he was," said Mr. Cunningham, "if not the most so. His motto,
[Grace] [5882] Lux. And Pius IX his predecessor's motto was Crux upon Crux--
[Grace] [5896] Mr. M'Coy tasted his whisky contentedly and shook his head with
[Grace] [5905] with a sod of turf under his oxter," said Mr. Kernan sententiously.
[Grace] [5923] He also drank from his glass.
[Grace] [5938] course, not our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the
[Grace] [5960] enough to go round, pleaded that he had not finished his first
[Grace] [5986] "Well, this great German cardinal, whatever his name was, was
[Grace] [5996] He drank and the other gentlemen followed his lead. Then he
[Grace] [6016] in the minds of his hearers. His deep, raucous voice had thrilled
[Grace] [6025] He turned towards his wife to be confirmed.
[Grace] [6033] crabbed-looking old chap, looking at him from under his bushy
[Grace] [6036] Mr. Kernan knitted his brows and, lowering his head like an angry
[Grace] [6037] bull, glared at his wife.
[Grace] [6039] "God!" he exclaimed, resuming his natural face, "I never saw such
[Grace] [6051] He swept his arm round the company inclusively.
[Grace] [6070] "We'll all renounce the devil," he said, "together, not forgetting his
[Grace] [6077] pleased expression flickered across his face.
[Grace] [6094] He shook his head with farcical gravity.
[Grace] [6096] "Listen to that!" said his wife.
[Grace] [6099] an effect on his audience and continuing to shake his head to and
[Grace] [6104] "There's a nice Catholic for you!" said his wife.
[Grace] [6145] began to feel more at home. His hat, which had been rehabilitated
[Grace] [6146] by his wife, rested upon his knees. Once or twice he pulled down
[Grace] [6147] his cuffs with one hand while he held the brim of his hat lightly,
[Grace] [6159] and, covering his face with his hands, prayed. After an interval, he
[Grace] [6160] uncovered his face and rose. The congregation rose also and
[Grace] [6161] settled again on its benches. Mr. Kernan restored his hat to its
[Grace] [6162] original position on his knee and presented an attentive face to the
[Grace] [6163] preacher. The preacher turned back each wide sleeve of his
[Grace] [6176] Jesus Christ. But, he told his hearers, the text had seemed to him
[Grace] [6180] professional men. Jesus Christ with His divine understanding of
[Grace] [6189] He told his hearers that he was there that evening for no terrifying,
[Grace] [6190] no extravagant purpose; but as a man of the world speaking to his
[Grace] [6194] every one of his hearers to open his books, the books of his
[Grace] [6201] our failings. But one thing only, he said, he would ask of his
[The Dead] [6218] the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat
[The Dead] [6258] Gabriel and his wife. Besides they were dreadfully afraid that
[The Dead] [6274] He stood on the mat, scraping the snow from his goloshes, while
[The Dead] [6275] Lily led his wife to the foot of the stairs and called out:
[The Dead] [6286] He continued scraping his feet vigorously while the three women
[The Dead] [6288] of snow lay like a cape on the shoulders of his overcoat and like
[The Dead] [6289] toecaps on the toes of his goloshes; and, as the buttons of his
[The Dead] [6296] She had preceded him into the pantry to help him off with his
[The Dead] [6297] overcoat. Gabriel smiled at the three syllables she had given his
[The Dead] [6308] his overcoat carefully at the end of a shelf.
[The Dead] [6325] looking at her, kicked off his goloshes and flicked actively with his
[The Dead] [6326] muffler at his patent-leather shoes.
[The Dead] [6328] He was a stout, tallish young man. The high colour of his cheeks
[The Dead] [6329] pushed upwards even to his forehead, where it scattered itself in a
[The Dead] [6330] few formless patches of pale red; and on his hairless face there
[The Dead] [6332] the glasses which screened his delicate and restless eyes. His
[The Dead] [6334] curve behind his ears where it curled slightly beneath the groove
[The Dead] [6335] left by his hat.
[The Dead] [6337] When he had flicked lustre into his shoes he stood up and pulled
[The Dead] [6338] his waistcoat down more tightly on his plump body. Then he took
[The Dead] [6339] a coin rapidly from his pocket.
[The Dead] [6350] the stairs and waving his hand to her in deprecation.
[The Dead] [6360] by arranging his cuffs and the bows of his tie. He then took from
[The Dead] [6361] his waistcoat pocket a little paper and glanced at the headings he
[The Dead] [6362] had made for his speech. He was undecided about the lines from
[The Dead] [6364] his hearers. Some quotation that they would recognise from
[The Dead] [6367] reminded him that their grade of culture differed from his. He
[The Dead] [6370] airing his superior education. He would fail with them just as he
[The Dead] [6372] tone. His whole speech was a mistake from first to last, an utter
[The Dead] [6375] Just then his aunts and his wife came out of the ladies'
[The Dead] [6376] dressing-room. His aunts were two small, plainly dressed old
[The Dead] [6394] "No," said Gabriel, turning to his wife, "we had quite enough of
[The Dead] [6426] Gabriel laughed nervously and patted his tie reassuringly, while
[The Dead] [6444] Gabriel knitted his brows and said, as if he were slightly angered:
[The Dead] [6466] Gabriel was about to ask his aunt some questions on this point, but
[The Dead] [6481] Gabriel aside hurriedly and whispered into his ear:
[The Dead] [6497] swarthy skin, who was passing out with his partner, said:
[The Dead] [6505] "I'm the man for the ladies," said Mr. Browne, pursing his lips until
[The Dead] [6506] his moustache bristled and smiling in all his wrinkles. "You know,
[The Dead] [6509] He did not finish his sentence, but, seeing that Aunt Kate was out
[The Dead] [6519] Mr. Browne led his charges thither and invited them all, in jest, to
[The Dead] [6529] His wizened face broke into a broader smile, and the three young
[The Dead] [6530] ladies laughed in musical echo to his pleasantry, swaying their
[The Dead] [6537] Mr. Browne took another sip of his whisky and said, with sidling
[The Dead] [6544] His hot face had leaned forward a little too confidentially and he
[The Dead] [6546] with one instinct, received his speech in silence. Miss Furlong,
[The Dead] [6595] was of Gabriel's size and build, with very round shoulders. His face
[The Dead] [6597] hanging lobes of his ears and at the wide wings of his nose. He had
[The Dead] [6599] and protruded lips. His heavy-lidded eyes and the disorder of his
[The Dead] [6602] and at the same time rubbing the knuckles of his left fist
[The Dead] [6603] backwards and forwards into his left eye.
[The Dead] [6608] seemed an offhand fashion by reason of the habitual catch in his
[The Dead] [6620] "Now, isn't he a terrible fellow!" she said. "And his poor mother
[The Dead] [6632] Freddy Malins, who was nearing the climax of his story, waved the
[The Dead] [6634] Malins' attention to a disarray in his dress, filled out and handed
[The Dead] [6636] glass mechanically, his right hand being engaged in the
[The Dead] [6637] mechanical readjustment of his dress. Mr. Browne, whose face
[The Dead] [6640] reached the climax of his story, in a kink of high-pitched
[The Dead] [6641] bronchitic laughter and, setting down his untasted and overflowing
[The Dead] [6642] glass, began to rub the knuckles of his left fist backwards and
[The Dead] [6643] forwards into his left eye, repeating words of his last phrase as
[The Dead] [6644] well as his fit of laughter would allow him.
[The Dead] [6665] kind of work had been taught for one year. His mother had worked
[The Dead] [6668] mulberry buttons. It was strange that his mother had had no
[The Dead] [6677] Balbrigan and, thanks to her, Gabriel himself had taken his degree
[The Dead] [6678] in the Royal University. A shadow passed over his face as he
[The Dead] [6679] remembered her sullen opposition to his marriage. Some slighting
[The Dead] [6680] phrases she had used still rankled in his memory; she had once
[The Dead] [6688] down in his heart. The piece ended with a trill of octaves in the
[The Dead] [6714] Gabriel coloured and was about to knit his brows, as if he did not
[The Dead] [6720] "Why should I be ashamed of myself?" asked Gabriel, blinking his
[The Dead] [6732] every day when his teaching in the college was ended he used to
[The Dead] [6740] continued blinking his eyes and trying to smile and murmured
[The Dead] [6744] inattentive. Miss Ivors promptly took his hand in a warm grasp and
[The Dead] [6751] her his review of Browning's poems. That was how she had found
[The Dead] [6765] hand eagerly on his arm.
[The Dead] [6792] Gabriel glanced right and left nervously and tried to keep his good
[The Dead] [6793] humour under the ordeal which was making a blush invade his
[The Dead] [6805] Gabriel did not answer for his retort had heated him.
[The Dead] [6814] Gabriel tried to cover his agitation by taking part in the dance with
[The Dead] [6817] was surprised to feel his hand firmly pressed. She looked at him
[The Dead] [6820] and whispered into his ear:
[The Dead] [6835] to banish from his mind all memory of the unpleasant incident
[The Dead] [6843] He saw his wife making her way towards him through the waltzing
[The Dead] [6844] couples. When she reached him she said into his ear:
[The Dead] [6867] His wife clasped her hands excitedly and gave a little jump.
[The Dead] [6887] near he began to think again about his speech and about the
[The Dead] [6889] visit his mother Gabriel left the chair free for him and retired into
[The Dead] [6901] He ran over the headings of his speech: Irish hospitality, sad
[The Dead] [6903] He repeated to himself a phrase he had written in his review: "One
[The Dead] [6910] not be sorry to see him fail in his speech. An idea came into his
[The Dead] [6917] good: that was one for Miss Ivors. What did he care that his aunts
[The Dead] [6920] A murmur in the room attracted his attention. Mr. Browne was
[The Dead] [6922] leaned upon his arm, smiling and hanging her head. An irregular
[The Dead] [6937] on the cover. Freddy Malins, who had listened with his head
[The Dead] [6939] everyone else had ceased and talking animatedly to his mother
[The Dead] [6943] both his hands, shaking it when words failed him or the catch in
[The Dead] [6944] his voice proved too much for him.
[The Dead] [6953] compliments as she released her hand from his grasp. Mr. Browne
[The Dead] [6954] extended his open hand towards her and said to those who were
[The Dead] [7007] to his religion, and said hastily:
[The Dead] [7012] were in Julia's place I'd tell that Father Healey straight up to his
[The Dead] [7024] On the landing outside the drawing-room Gabriel found his wife
[The Dead] [7101] Gabriel took his seat boldly at the head of the table and, having
[The Dead] [7102] looked to the edge of the carver, plunged his fork firmly into the
[The Dead] [7145] A chorus of voices invited him to begin his own supper and Lily
[The Dead] [7152] He set to his supper and took no part in the conversation with
[The Dead] [7214] "His name," said Aunt Kate, "was Parkinson. I heard him when he
[The Dead] [7215] was in his prime and I think he had then the purest tenor voice that
[The Dead] [7241] ate it with his pudding. He had been told that celery was a capital
[The Dead] [7288] Bartell D'Arcy refused to take either but one of his neighbours
[The Dead] [7290] allowed his glass to be filled. Gradually as the last glasses were
[The Dead] [7296] back his chair.
[The Dead] [7299] altogether. Gabriel leaned his ten trembling fingers on the
[The Dead] [7301] upturned faces he raised his eyes to the chandelier. The piano was
[The Dead] [7331] He made a circle in the air with his arm and paused. Everyone
[The Dead] [7375] "But yet," continued Gabriel, his voice falling into a softer
[The Dead] [7417] Gabriel glanced down at his aunts and, seeing the large smile on
[The Dead] [7419] hastened to his close. He raised his glass of port gallantly, while
[The Dead] [7438] Aunt Julia seemed moved. Freddy Malins beat time with his
[The Dead] [7454] after time, Freddy Malins acting as officer with his fork on high.
[The Dead] [7485] from the doorstep, laughing as if his heart would break. He was
[The Dead] [7487] collar and wore on his head an oval fur cap. He pointed down the
[The Dead] [7494] struggling into his overcoat and, looking round the hall, said:
[The Dead] [7529] explained Gabriel, "commonly known in his later years as the old
[The Dead] [7542] "The Lord have mercy on his soul," said Aunt Kate
[The Dead] [7546] Johnny and put on his very best tall hat and his very best stock
[The Dead] [7547] collar and drove out in grand style from his ancestral mansion
[The Dead] [7556] "Out from the mansion of his forefathers," continued Gabriel, "he
[The Dead] [7563] Gabriel paced in a circle round the hall in his goloshes amid the
[The Dead] [7574] with his hat well back on his head and his shoulders humped with
[The Dead] [7575] cold, was puffing and steaming after his exertions.
[The Dead] [7590] got into the cab. The cabman settled his rug over his knees, and
[The Dead] [7593] Browne, each of whom had his head out through a window of the
[The Dead] [7598] was speechless with laughter. He popped his head in and out of the
[The Dead] [7599] window every moment to the great danger of his hat, and told his
[The Dead] [7626] his wife. She was leaning on the banisters, listening to something.
[The Dead] [7627] Gabriel was surprised at her stillness and strained his ear to listen
[The Dead] [7633] the voice was singing and gazing up at his wife. There was grace
[The Dead] [7647] Gabriel said nothing but pointed up the stairs towards where his
[The Dead] [7649] and the piano could be heard more clearly. Gabriel held up his
[The Dead] [7651] tonality and the singer seemed uncertain both of his words and of
[The Dead] [7652] his voice. The voice, made plaintive by distance and by the singer's
[The Dead] [7672] Gabriel heard his wife answer yes and saw her come down towards
[The Dead] [7688] He went into the pantry hastily and put on his overcoat. The others,
[The Dead] [7689] taken aback by his rude speech, could find nothing to say. Aunt
[The Dead] [7691] subject. Mr. D'Arcy stood swathing his neck carefully and
[The Dead] [7711] in a repentant tone told them the history of his cold. Everyone gave
[The Dead] [7713] careful of his throat in the night air. Gabriel watched his wife, who
[The Dead] [7720] of joy went leaping out of his heart.
[The Dead] [7772] bounding along his veins; and the thoughts went rioting through
[The Dead] [7773] his brain, proud, joyful, tender, valorous.
[The Dead] [7780] burst like stars upon his memory. A heliotrope envelope was lying
[The Dead] [7781] beside his breakfast-cup and he was caressing it with his hand.
[The Dead] [7788] the cold air, was quite close to his; and suddenly he called out to
[The Dead] [7796] A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart and went
[The Dead] [7797] coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fire of
[The Dead] [7799] ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to
[The Dead] [7802] ecstasy. For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul or hers.
[The Dead] [7803] Their children, his writing, her household cares had not quenched
[The Dead] [7818] Then something in his voice would strike her. She would turn and
[The Dead] [7825] galloped along wearily under the murky morning sky, dragging his
[The Dead] [7826] old rattling box after his heels, and Gabriel was again in a cab with
[The Dead] [7839] he nodded familiarly to it and waved his hand.
[The Dead] [7845] man a shilling over his fare. The man saluted and said:
[The Dead] [7851] She leaned for a moment on his arm in getting out of the cab and
[The Dead] [7853] She leaned lightly on his arm, as lightly as when she had danced
[The Dead] [7855] happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage. But
[The Dead] [7859] closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that
[The Dead] [7869] burden, her skirt girt tightly about her. He could have flung his
[The Dead] [7870] arms about her hips and held her still, for his arms were trembling
[The Dead] [7871] with desire to seize her and only the stress of his nails against the
[The Dead] [7872] palms of his hands held the wild impulse of his body in check. The
[The Dead] [7873] porter halted on the stairs to settle his guttering candle. They
[The Dead] [7876] of his own heart against his ribs.
[The Dead] [7879] set his unstable candle down on a toilet-table and asked at what
[The Dead] [7891] The porter took up his candle again, but slowly, for he was
[The Dead] [7896] window to the door. Gabriel threw his overcoat and hat on a couch
[The Dead] [7898] the street in order that his emotion might calm a little. Then he
[The Dead] [7899] turned and leaned against a chest of drawers with his back to the
[The Dead] [7946] language about the sottish Malins and his pound. He longed to cry
[The Dead] [7947] to her from his soul, to crush her body against his, to overmaster
[The Dead] [7956] and resting her hands lightly on his shoulders, she kissed him.
[The Dead] [7961] quaintness of her phrase, put his hands on her hair and began
[The Dead] [7962] smoothing it back, scarcely touching it with his fingers. The
[The Dead] [7963] washing had made it fine and brilliant. His heart was brimming
[The Dead] [7966] with his. Perhaps she had felt the impetuous desire that was in
[The Dead] [7971] He stood, holding her head between his hands. Then, slipping one
[The Dead] [7977] She did not answer nor yield wholly to his arm. He said again,
[The Dead] [7991] length, his broad, well-filled shirt-front, the face whose expression
[The Dead] [7992] always puzzled him when he saw it in a mirror, and his
[The Dead] [8000] went into his voice.
[The Dead] [8013] gather again at the back of his mind and the dull fires of his lust
[The Dead] [8014] began to glow angrily in his veins.
[The Dead] [8043] Her eyes made Gabriel feel awkward. He shrugged his shoulders
[The Dead] [8058] Gabriel felt humiliated by the failure of his irony and by the
[The Dead] [8062] in her mind with another. A shameful consciousness of his own
[The Dead] [8064] as a pennyboy for his aunts, a nervous, well-meaning
[The Dead] [8065] sentimentalist, orating to vulgarians and idealising his own
[The Dead] [8067] of in the mirror. Instinctively he turned his back more to the light
[The Dead] [8068] lest she might see the shame that burned upon his forehead.
[The Dead] [8070] He tried to keep up his tone of cold interrogation, but his voice
[The Dead] [8092] warm and moist: it did not respond to his touch, but he continued
[The Dead] [8098] the convent. And he was ill at the time in his lodgings in Galway
[The Dead] [8099] and wouldn't be let out, and his people in Oughterard were written
[The Dead] [8108] singing only for his health. He had a very good voice, poor
[The Dead] [8131] his death in the rain. But he said he did not want to live. I can see
[The Dead] [8132] his eyes as well as well! He was standing at the end of the wall
[The Dead] [8138] he died and he was buried in Oughterard, where his people came
[The Dead] [8154] Gabriel, leaning on his elbow, looked for a few moments
[The Dead] [8160] man and wife. His curious eyes rested long upon her face and on
[The Dead] [8163] entered his soul. He did not like to say even to himself that her
[The Dead] [8167] Perhaps she had not told him all the story. His eyes moved to the
[The Dead] [8170] fallen down: the fellow of it lay upon its side. He wondered at his
[The Dead] [8172] From his aunt's supper, from his own foolish speech, from the wine
[The Dead] [8176] Morkan and his horse. He had caught that haggard look upon her
[The Dead] [8179] dressed in black, his silk hat on his knees. The blinds would be
[The Dead] [8182] would cast about in his mind for some words that might console
[The Dead] [8186] The air of the room chilled his shoulders. He stretched himself
[The Dead] [8187] cautiously along under the sheets and lay down beside his wife.
[The Dead] [8196] be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the
[The Dead] [8198] standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul
[The Dead] [8201] flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey
[The Dead] [8208] come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the
[The Dead] [8216] His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly