Dubliners by James Joyce
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Dublin The Sisters
An Encounter
Araby
Eveline
After the Race
Two Gallants
The Boarding House
A Little Cloud
Counterparts
Clay
A Painful Case
Ivy Day in the Committee Room
A Mother
Grace
The Dead

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[The Sisters] [5] studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had
[The Sisters] [7] dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the
[The Sisters] [9] of a corpse. He had often said to me: "I am not long for this
[The Sisters] [14] the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some
[The Sisters] [20] he said, as if returning to some former remark of his:
[The Sisters] [28] rather interesting, talking of faints and worms; but I soon grew
[The Sisters] [29] tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery.
[The Sisters] [31] "I have my own theory about it," he said. "I think it was one of
[The Sisters] [60] "I wouldn't like children of mine," he said, "to have too much to
[The Sisters] [66] let a young lad run about and play with young lads of his own age
[The Sisters] [71] take exercise. Why, when I was a nipper every morning of my life
[The Sisters] [74] pick of that leg mutton," he added to my aunt.
[The Sisters] [92] from his unfinished sentences. In the dark of my room I imagined
[The Sisters] [93] that I saw again the heavy grey face of the paralytic. I drew the
[The Sisters] [94] blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey
[The Sisters] [100] moist with spittle. But then I remembered that it had died of
[The Sisters] [102] simoniac of his sin.
[The Sisters] [106] registered under the vague name of Drapery . The drapery
[The Sisters] [107] consisted mainly of children's bootees and umbrellas; and on
[The Sisters] [115] The Rev. James Flynn (formerly of S. Catherine's Church,
[The Sisters] [119] The reading of the card persuaded me that he was dead and I was
[The Sisters] [123] great-coat. Perhaps my aunt would have given me a packet of High
[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] [132] blackened, as it always was, with the snuff-stains of a week, with
[The Sisters] [137] knock. I walked away slowly along the sunny side of the street,
[The Sisters] [141] sensation of freedom as if I had been freed from something by his
[The Sisters] [146] Napoleon Bonaparte, and he had explained to me the meaning of
[The Sisters] [147] the different ceremonies of the Mass and of the different vestments
[The Sisters] [152] mysterious were certain institutions of the Church which I had
[The Sisters] [153] always regarded as the simplest acts. The duties of the priest
[The Sisters] [154] towards the Eucharist and towards the secrecy of the confessional
[The Sisters] [157] surprised when he told me that the fathers of the Church had
[The Sisters] [160] intricate questions. Often when I thought of this I could make no
[The Sisters] [163] put me through the responses of the Mass which he had made me
[The Sisters] [165] nod his head, now and then pushing huge pinches of snuff up each
[The Sisters] [168] which had made me feel uneasy in the beginning of our
[The Sisters] [174] lamp of antique fashion. I felt that I had been very far away, in
[The Sisters] [176] But I could not remember the end of the dream.
[The Sisters] [178] In the evening my aunt took me with her to visit the house of
[The Sisters] [179] mourning. It was after sunset; but the window-panes of the houses
[The Sisters] [180] that looked to the west reflected the tawny gold of a great bank of
[The Sisters] [185] her bowed head being scarcely above the level of the banister-rail.
[The Sisters] [187] encouragingly towards the open door of the dead-room. My aunt
[The Sisters] [191] I went in on tiptoe. The room through the lace end of the blind was
[The Sisters] [194] and we three knelt down at the foot of the bed. I pretended to pray
[The Sisters] [197] hooked at the back and how the heels of her cloth boots were
[The Sisters] [201] But no. When we rose and went up to the head of the bed I saw
[The Sisters] [211] sideboard and brought out a decanter of sherry and some
[The Sisters] [213] little glass of wine. Then, at her sister's bidding, she filled out the
[The Sisters] [226] the stem of her wine-glass before sipping a little.
[The Sisters] [231] the breath went out of him. He had a beautiful death, God be
[The Sisters] [271] and them two candlesticks out of the chapel and wrote out the
[The Sisters] [272] notice for the Freeman's General and took charge of all the papers
[The Sisters] [275] "Wasn't that good of him?" said my aunt
[The Sisters] [292] "I know that," said Eliza. "I won't be bringing him in his cup of
[The Sisters] [309] Nannie with him. If we could only get one of them new-fangled
[The Sisters] [312] Johnny Rush's over the way there and drive out the three of us
[The Sisters] [313] together of a Sunday evening. He had his mind set on that.... Poor
[The Sisters] [322] "He was too scrupulous always," she said. "The duties of the
[The Sisters] [329] A silence took possession of the little room and, under cover of it,
[The Sisters] [335] "It was that chalice he broke.... That was the beginning of it. Of
[The Sisters] [348] couldn't see a sight of him anywhere. So then the clerk suggested
[The Sisters] [362] "Wide-awake and laughing-like to himself.... So then, of course,
[An Encounter] [369] little library made up of old numbers of The Union Jack , Pluck
[An Encounter] [372] brother Leo, the idler, held the loft of the stable while we tried to
[An Encounter] [375] bouts ended with Joe Dillon's war dance of victory. His parents
[An Encounter] [377] the peaceful odour of Mrs. Dillon was prevalent in the hall of the
[An Encounter] [379] more timid. He looked like some kind of an Indian when he
[An Encounter] [388] A spirit of unruliness diffused itself among us and, under its
[An Encounter] [389] influence, differences of culture and constitution were waived. We
[An Encounter] [391] almost in fear: and of the number of these latter, the reluctant
[An Encounter] [393] I was one. The adventures related in the literature of the Wild
[An Encounter] [395] of escape. I liked better some American detective stories which
[An Encounter] [400] of Roman History clumsy Leo Dillon was discovered with a copy
[An Encounter] [401] of The Halfpenny Marvel .
[An Encounter] [412] you read instead of studying your Roman History? Let me not find
[An Encounter] [413] any more of this wretched stuff in this college. The man who wrote
[An Encounter] [419] This rebuke during the sober hours of school paled much of the
[An Encounter] [420] glory of the Wild West for me and the confused puffy face of Leo
[An Encounter] [421] Dillon awakened one of my consciences. But when the restraining
[An Encounter] [422] influence of the school was at a distance I began to hunger again
[An Encounter] [423] for wild sensations, for the escape which those chronicles of
[An Encounter] [424] disorder alone seemed to offer me. The mimic warfare of the
[An Encounter] [425] evening became at last as wearisome to me as the routine of school
[An Encounter] [431] to break out of the weariness of schoollife for one day at least.
[An Encounter] [433] miching. Each of us saved up sixpence. We were to meet at ten in
[An Encounter] [439] or someone out of the college; but Mahony asked, very sensibly,
[An Encounter] [441] were reassured: and I brought the first stage of the plot to an end
[An Encounter] [451] ashpit at the end of the garden where nobody ever came and
[An Encounter] [453] first week of June. I sat up on the coping of the bridge admiring
[An Encounter] [455] and watching the docile horses pulling a tramload of business
[An Encounter] [456] people up the hill. All the branches of the tall trees which lined the
[An Encounter] [458] through them on to the water. The granite stone of the bridge was
[An Encounter] [469] of Father Butler as Old Bunser. We waited on for a quarter of an
[An Encounter] [470] hour more but still there was no sign of Leo Dillon. Mahony, at
[An Encounter] [478] bob and a tanner instead of a bob."
[An Encounter] [482] began to play the Indian as soon as we were out of public sight. He
[An Encounter] [483] chased a crowd of ragged girls, brandishing his unloaded catapult
[An Encounter] [484] and, when two ragged boys began, out of chivalry, to fling stones
[An Encounter] [489] the silver badge of a cricket club in his cap. When we came to the
[An Encounter] [497] of cranes and engines and often being shouted at for our
[An Encounter] [498] immobility by the drivers of groaning carts. It was noon when we
[An Encounter] [502] with the spectacle of Dublin's commerce--the barges signalled
[An Encounter] [503] from far away by their curls of woolly smoke, the brown fishing
[An Encounter] [506] right skit to run away to sea on one of those big ships and even I,
[An Encounter] [513] transported in the company of two labourers and a little Jew with a
[An Encounter] [514] bag. We were serious to the point of solemnity, but once during the
[An Encounter] [516] watched the discharging of the graceful threemaster which we had
[An Encounter] [520] foreign sailors to see had any of them green eyes for I had some
[An Encounter] [528] When we were tired of this sight we wandered slowly into
[An Encounter] [529] Ringsend. The day had grown sultry, and in the windows of the
[An Encounter] [532] through the squalid streets where the families of the fishermen
[An Encounter] [534] and bought a bottle of raspberry lemonade each. Refreshed by this,
[An Encounter] [537] made at once for a sloping bank over the ridge of which we could
[An Encounter] [540] It was too late and we were too tired to carry out our project of
[An Encounter] [545] clouds and left us to our jaded thoughts and the crumbs of our
[An Encounter] [550] from the far end of the field. I watched him lazily as I chewed one
[An Encounter] [551] of those green stems on which girls tell fortunes. He came along
[An Encounter] [554] He was shabbily dressed in a suit of greenish-black and wore what
[An Encounter] [566] with great care. He began to talk of the weather, saying that it
[An Encounter] [569] the happiest time of one's life was undoubtedly one's schoolboy
[An Encounter] [572] Then he began to talk of school and of books. He asked us whether
[An Encounter] [573] we had read the poetry of Thomas Moore or the works of Sir
[An Encounter] [582] works at home and never tired of reading them. "Of course," he
[An Encounter] [583] said, "there were some of Lord Lytton's works which boys couldn't
[An Encounter] [588] Then he asked us which of us had the most sweethearts. Mahony
[An Encounter] [597] had lots of sweethearts.
[An Encounter] [601] His attitude on this point struck me as strangely liberal in a man of
[An Encounter] [612] had learned by heart or that, magnetised by some words of his own
[An Encounter] [619] voice. I continued to gaze towards the foot of the slope, listening
[An Encounter] [624] and, without changing the direction of my gaze, I saw him walking
[An Encounter] [625] slowly away from us towards the near end of the field. We
[An Encounter] [626] remained silent when he had gone. After a silence of a few
[An Encounter] [642] catching sight of the cat which had escaped him, sprang up and
[An Encounter] [646] about the far end of the field, aimlessly.
[An Encounter] [652] to speak on the subject of chastising boys. His mind, as if
[An Encounter] [660] so I met the gaze of a pair of bottle-green eyes peering at me from
[An Encounter] [681] the ankles. When I reached the top of the slope I turned round and,
[An Encounter] [686] My voice had an accent of forced bravery in it and I was ashamed
[An Encounter] [687] of my paltry stratagem. I had to call the name again before
[Araby] [697] free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end,
[Araby] [699] of the street, conscious of decent lives within them, gazed at one
[Araby] [702] The former tenant of our house, a priest, had died in the back
[Araby] [706] paper-covered books, the pages of which were curled and damp:
[Araby] [708] Memoirs of Vidocq. I liked the last best because its leaves were
[Araby] [710] apple-tree and a few straggling bushes under one of which I found
[Araby] [713] furniture of his house to his sister.
[Araby] [715] When the short days of winter came dusk fell before we had well
[Araby] [717] sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of
[Araby] [718] ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted
[Araby] [721] of our play brought us through the dark muddy lanes behind the
[Araby] [722] houses where we ran the gauntlet of the rough tribes from the
[Araby] [723] cottages, to the back doors of the dark dripping gardens where
[Araby] [736] her. Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of
[Araby] [740] door. The blind was pulled down to within an inch of the sash so
[Araby] [751] had to go to carry some of the parcels. We walked through the
[Araby] [753] amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies of shop-boys who
[Araby] [754] stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal chanting of
[Araby] [757] converged in a single sensation of life for me: I imagined that I
[Araby] [758] bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes. Her name sprang
[Araby] [760] myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I
[Araby] [762] pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did
[Araby] [764] her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body
[Araby] [770] house. Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge
[Araby] [771] upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the
[Araby] [775] from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they
[Araby] [789] of the spikes, bowing her head towards me. The light from the
[Araby] [790] lamp opposite our door caught the white curve of her neck, lit up
[Araby] [792] railing. It fell over one side of her dress and caught the white
[Araby] [793] border of a petticoat, just visible as she stood at ease.
[Araby] [801] intervening days. I chafed against the work of school. At night in
[Araby] [803] me and the page I strove to read. The syllables of the word Araby
[Araby] [811] serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my
[Araby] [828] staircase and gained the upper part of the house. The high cold
[Araby] [842] gossip of the tea-table. The meal was prolonged beyond an hour
[Araby] [849] "I'm afraid you may put off your bazaar for this night of Our Lord."
[Araby] [853] received the weight of his overcoat. I could interpret these signs.
[Araby] [869] opening lines of the piece to my aunt.
[Araby] [872] Street towards the station. The sight of the streets thronged with
[Araby] [873] buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my
[Araby] [874] journey. I took my seat in a third-class carriage of a deserted train.
[Araby] [875] After an intolerable delay the train moved out of the station
[Araby] [877] twinkling river. At Westland Row Station a crowd of people
[Araby] [882] by the lighted dial of a clock that it was ten minutes to ten. In front
[Araby] [883] of me was a large building which displayed the magical name.
[Araby] [889] closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness. I recognised
[Araby] [891] walked into the centre of the bazaar timidly. A few people were
[Araby] [895] fall of the coins.
[Araby] [897] Remembering with difficulty why I had come I went over to one of
[Araby] [899] the door of the stall a young lady was talking and laughing with
[Araby] [916] to buy anything. The tone of her voice was not encouraging; she
[Araby] [917] seemed to have spoken to me out of a sense of duty. I looked
[Araby] [919] of the dark entrance to the stall and murmured:
[Araby] [923] The young lady changed the position of one of the vases and went
[Araby] [924] back to the two young men. They began to talk of the same
[Araby] [930] away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar. I allowed
[Araby] [932] voice call from one end of the gallery that the light was out. The
[Araby] [933] upper part of the hall was now completely dark.
[Eveline] [942] nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.
[Eveline] [944] Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his
[Eveline] [951] roofs. The children of the avenue used to play together in that field
[Eveline] [954] too grown up. Her father used often to hunt them in out of the field
[Eveline] [968] never dreamed of being divided. And yet during all those years she
[Eveline] [969] had never found out the name of the priest whose yellowing
[Eveline] [971] the coloured print of the promises made to Blessed Margaret Mary
[Eveline] [972] Alacoque. He had been a school friend of her father. Whenever he
[Eveline] [979] She tried to weigh each side of the question. In her home anyway
[Eveline] [982] house and at business. What would they say of her in the Stores
[Eveline] [998] sometimes felt herself in danger of her father's violence. She knew
[Eveline] [1014] of buying Sunday's dinner. Then she had to rush out as quickly as
[Eveline] [1017] returning home late under her load of provisions. She had hard
[Eveline] [1031] and his hair tumbled forward over a face of bronze. Then they had
[Eveline] [1034] Girl and she felt elated as she sat in an unaccustomed part of the
[Eveline] [1035] theatre with him. He was awfully fond of music and sang a little.
[Eveline] [1038] used to call her Poppens out of fun. First of all it had been an
[Eveline] [1040] him. He had tales of distant countries. He had started as a deck boy
[Eveline] [1041] at a pound a month on a ship of the Allan Line going out to
[Eveline] [1042] Canada. He told her the names of the ships he had been on and the
[Eveline] [1043] names of the different services. He had sailed through the Straits
[Eveline] [1044] of Magellan and he told her stories of the terrible Patagonians. He
[Eveline] [1046] to the old country just for a holiday. Of course, her father had
[Eveline] [1055] The evening deepened in the avenue. The white of two letters in
[Eveline] [1062] they had all gone for a picnic to the Hill of Howth. She
[Eveline] [1067] leaning her head against the window curtain, inhaling the odour of
[Eveline] [1070] very night to remind her of the promise to her mother, her promise
[Eveline] [1072] the last night of her mother's illness; she was again in the close
[Eveline] [1073] dark room at the other side of the hall and outside she heard a
[Eveline] [1074] melancholy air of Italy. The organ-player had been ordered to go
[Eveline] [1080] As she mused the pitiful vision of her mother's life laid its spell on
[Eveline] [1081] the very quick of her being--that life of commonplace sacrifices
[Eveline] [1087] She stood up in a sudden impulse of terror. Escape! She must
[Eveline] [1096] station was full of soldiers with brown baggages. Through the wide
[Eveline] [1097] doors of the sheds she caught a glimpse of the black mass of the
[Eveline] [1099] answered nothing. She felt her cheek pale and cold and, out of a
[Eveline] [1100] maze of distress, she prayed to God to direct her, to show her what
[Eveline] [1112] All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing
[Eveline] [1119] frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.
[Eveline] [1126] of love or farewell or recognition.
[After the Race] [1131] pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at
[After the Race] [1133] careering homeward and through this channel of poverty and
[After the Race] [1135] the clumps of people raised the cheer of the gratefully oppressed.
[After the Race] [1136] Their sympathy, however, was for the blue cars--the cars of their
[After the Race] [1141] driver of the winning German car was reported a Belgian. Each
[After the Race] [1142] blue car, therefore, received a double measure of welcome as it
[After the Race] [1143] topped the crest of the hill and each cheer of welcome was
[After the Race] [1144] acknowledged with smiles and nods by those in the car. In one of
[After the Race] [1145] these trimly built cars was a party of four young men whose spirits
[After the Race] [1146] seemed to be at present well above the level of successful
[After the Race] [1148] They were Charles Segouin, the owner of the car; Andre Riviere, a
[After the Race] [1149] young electrician of Canadian birth; a huge Hungarian named
[After the Race] [1154] appointed manager of the establishment; these two young men
[After the Race] [1155] (who were cousins) were also in good humour because of the
[After the Race] [1156] success of the French cars. Villona was in good humour because
[After the Race] [1158] optimist by nature. The fourth member of the party, however, was
[After the Race] [1161] He was about twenty-six years of age, with a soft, light brown
[After the Race] [1167] secure some of the police contracts and in the end he had become
[After the Race] [1175] little life. His father, remonstrative, but covertly proud of the
[After the Race] [1179] society of one who had seen so much of the world and was reputed
[After the Race] [1180] to own some of the biggest hotels in France. Such a person (as his
[After the Race] [1185] The car ran on merrily with its cargo of hilarious youth. The two
[After the Race] [1188] deep bass hum of melody for miles of the road The Frenchmen
[After the Race] [1193] face of a high wind. Besides Villona's humming would confuse
[After the Race] [1194] anybody; the noise of the car, too.
[After the Race] [1197] the possession of money. These were three good reasons for
[After the Race] [1198] Jimmy's excitement. He had been seen by many of his friends that
[After the Race] [1199] day in the company of these Continentals. At the control Segouin
[After the Race] [1200] had presented him to one of the French competitors and, in answer
[After the Race] [1201] to his confused murmur of compliment, the swarthy face of the
[After the Race] [1202] driver had disclosed a line of shining white teeth. It was pleasant
[After the Race] [1203] after that honour to return to the profane world of spectators amid
[After the Race] [1206] great sum but Jimmy who, in spite of temporary errors, was at
[After the Race] [1207] heart the inheritor of solid instincts knew well with what difficulty
[After the Race] [1209] bills within the limits of reasonable recklessness, and if he had
[After the Race] [1210] been so conscious of the labour latent in money when there had
[After the Race] [1211] been question merely of some freak of the higher intelligence, how
[After the Race] [1212] much more so now when he was about to stake the greater part of
[After the Race] [1215] Of course, the investment was a good one and Segouin had
[After the Race] [1216] managed to give the impression that it was by a favour of
[After the Race] [1217] friendship the mite of Irish money was to be included in the capital
[After the Race] [1218] of the concern. Jimmy had a respect for his father's shrewdness in
[After the Race] [1221] business, pots of money. Moreover Segouin had the unmistakable
[After the Race] [1222] air of wealth. Jimmy set out to translate into days' work that lordly
[After the Race] [1225] magical finger on the genuine pulse of life and gallantly the
[After the Race] [1226] machinery of human nerves strove to answer the bounding courses
[After the Race] [1227] of the swift blue animal.
[After the Race] [1230] traffic, loud with the horns of motorists and the gongs of impatient
[After the Race] [1232] friend alighted. A little knot of people collected on the footpath to
[After the Race] [1237] pushed their way through the knot of gazers. They walked
[After the Race] [1238] northward with a curious feeling of disappointment in the exercise,
[After the Race] [1239] while the city hung its pale globes of light above them in a haze of
[After the Race] [1244] eagerness, also, to play fast and loose for the names of great
[After the Race] [1247] equation to the bows of his dress tie, his father may have felt even
[After the Race] [1251] accomplishments; but this subtlety of his host was probably lost
[After the Race] [1260] whose imagination was kindling, conceived the lively youth of the
[After the Race] [1261] Frenchmen twined elegantly upon the firm framework of the
[After the Race] [1262] Englishman's manner. A graceful image of his, he thought, and a
[After the Race] [1266] to discover to the mildly surprised Englishman the beauties of the
[After the Race] [1267] English madrigal, deploring the loss of old instruments. Riviere,
[After the Race] [1269] triumph of the French mechanicians. The resonant voice of the
[After the Race] [1270] Hungarian was about to prevail in ridicule of the spurious lutes of
[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] [1280] That night the city wore the mask of a capital. The five young men
[After the Race] [1281] strolled along Stephen's Green in a faint cloud of aromatic smoke.
[After the Race] [1283] shoulders. The people made way for them. At the corner of
[After the Race] [1285] a car in charge of another fat man. The car drove off and the short
[After the Race] [1286] fat man caught sight of the party.
[After the Race] [1292] A torrent of talk followed. Farley was an American. No one knew
[After the Race] [1296] the crowd, blended now into soft colours, to a music of merry
[After the Race] [1298] as it seemed to Jimmy, they were walking out of Kingstown
[After the Race] [1319] seeing life, at least. Then Farley got out of breath and cried "Stop!"
[After the Race] [1322] drank Ireland, England, France, Hungary, the United States of
[After the Race] [1325] clapping of hands when he sat down. It must have been a good
[After the Race] [1332] drank the health of the Queen of Hearts and of the Queen of
[After the Race] [1333] Diamonds. Jimmy felt obscurely the lack of an audience: the wit
[After the Race] [1338] devils of fellows but he wished they would stop: it was getting late.
[After the Race] [1339] Someone gave the toast of the yacht The Belle of Newport and
[After the Race] [1343] a terrible game. They stopped just before the end of it to drink for
[After the Race] [1346] of course. How much had he written away? The men rose to their
[After the Race] [1353] glad of the rest, glad of the dark stupor that would cover up his
[After the Race] [1355] between his hands, counting the beats of his temples. The cabin
[After the Race] [1356] door opened and he saw the Hungarian standing in a shaft of grey
[Two Gallants] [1363] THE grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city
[Two Gallants] [1364] and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the
[Two Gallants] [1365] streets. The streets, shuttered for the repose of Sunday, swarmed
[Two Gallants] [1367] shone from the summits of their tall poles upon the living texture
[Two Gallants] [1371] Two young men came down the hill of Rutland Square. On of
[Two Gallants] [1373] who walked on the verge of the path and was at times obliged to
[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] [1386] face, when the waves of expression had passed over it, had a
[Two Gallants] [1394] His voice seemed winnowed of vigour; and to enforce his words he
[Two Gallants] [1403] leech but, in spite of this reputation, his adroitness and eloquence
[Two Gallants] [1405] against him. He had a brave manner of coming up to a party of
[Two Gallants] [1406] them in a bar and of holding himself nimbly at the borders of the
[Two Gallants] [1408] vagrant armed with a vast stock of stories, limericks and riddles.
[Two Gallants] [1409] He was insensitive to all kinds of discourtesy. No one knew how
[Two Gallants] [1410] he achieved the stern task of living, but his name was vaguely
[Two Gallants] [1432] "I told her I was out of a job," said Corley. "I told her I was in
[Two Gallants] [1434] But she thinks I'm a bit of class, you know."
[Two Gallants] [1438] "Of all the good ones ever I heard," he said, "that emphatically
[Two Gallants] [1441] Corley's stride acknowledged the compliment. The swing of his
[Two Gallants] [1443] to the roadway and back again. Corley was the son of an inspector
[Two Gallants] [1444] of police and he had inherited his father's frame and gut. He
[Two Gallants] [1448] upon it sideways, looked like a bulb which had grown out of
[Two Gallants] [1455] knew the inner side of all affairs and was fond of delivering final
[Two Gallants] [1456] judgments. He spoke without listening to the speech of his
[Two Gallants] [1460] dialogues he aspirated the first letter of his name after the manner
[Two Gallants] [1461] of Florentines.
[Two Gallants] [1465] at some of the passing girls but Lenehan's gaze was fixed on the
[Two Gallants] [1467] the passing of the grey web of twilight across its face. At length he
[Two Gallants] [1482] kind of a Lothario, too!"
[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] [1486] interpretation of raillery. But Corley had not a subtle mind.
[Two Gallants] [1498] convincing tone, as if he was conscious of being disbelieved.
[Two Gallants] [1504] "And damn the thing I ever got out of it," said Corley.
[Two Gallants] [1508] "Only off of one of them," said Corley.
[Two Gallants] [1511] recollection brightened his eyes. He too gazed at the pale disc of
[Two Gallants] [1514] She was... a bit of all right," he said regretfully.
[Two Gallants] [1536] As they passed along the railings of Trinity College, Lenehan
[Two Gallants] [1569] Street. Not far from the porch of the club a harpist stood in the
[Two Gallants] [1570] roadway, playing to a little ring of listeners. He plucked at the
[Two Gallants] [1571] wires heedlessly, glancing quickly from time to time at the face of
[Two Gallants] [1574] knees, seemed weary alike of the eyes of strangers and of her
[Two Gallants] [1575] master's hands. One hand played in the bass the melody of Silent,
[Two Gallants] [1577] group of notes. The notes of the air sounded deep and full.
[Two Gallants] [1581] Green they crossed the road. Here the noise of trams, the lights and
[Two Gallants] [1586] At the corner of Hume Street a young woman was standing. She
[Two Gallants] [1614] "Corner of Merrion Street. We'll be coming back."
[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] [1631] blue serge skirt was held at the waist by a belt of black leather.
[Two Gallants] [1632] The great silver buckle of her belt seemed to depress the centre of
[Two Gallants] [1633] her body, catching the light stuff of her white blouse like a clip.
[Two Gallants] [1634] She wore a short black jacket with mother-of-pearl buttons and a
[Two Gallants] [1635] ragged black boa. The ends of her tulle collarette had been
[Two Gallants] [1636] carefully disordered and a big bunch of red flowers was pinned in
[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] [1653] the pair in view until he had seen them climbing the stairs of the
[Two Gallants] [1658] forsake him and, as he came by the railings of the Duke's Lawn, he
[Two Gallants] [1661] played the melody while his fingers swept a scale of variations idly
[Two Gallants] [1662] along the railings after each group of notes.
[Two Gallants] [1665] Street. Though his eyes took note of many elements of the crowd
[Two Gallants] [1670] too dry for such a task. The problem of how he could pass the
[Two Gallants] [1672] of no way of passing them but to keep on walking. He turned to the
[Two Gallants] [1673] left when he came to the corner of Rutland Square and felt more at
[Two Gallants] [1674] ease in the dark quiet street, the sombre look of which suited his
[Two Gallants] [1675] mood. He paused at last before the window of a poor-looking shop
[Two Gallants] [1677] letters. On the glass of the window were two flying inscriptions:
[Two Gallants] [1679] blue dish while near it on a plate lay a segment of very light
[Two Gallants] [1690] "How much is a plate of peas?" he asked.
[Two Gallants] [1694] "Bring me a plate of peas," he said, "and a bottle of ginger beer."
[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] [1701] a subdued voice. The girl brought him a plate of grocer's hot peas,
[Two Gallants] [1703] ate his food greedily and found it so good that he made a note of
[Two Gallants] [1705] ginger beer and sat for some time thinking of Corley's adventure.
[Two Gallants] [1706] In his imagination he beheld the pair of lovers walking along some
[Two Gallants] [1708] saw again the leer of the young woman's mouth. This vision made
[Two Gallants] [1709] him feel keenly his own poverty of purse and spirit. He was tired
[Two Gallants] [1710] of knocking about, of pulling the devil by the tail, of shifts and
[Two Gallants] [1712] get a good job? Would he never have a home of his own? He
[Two Gallants] [1718] better after having eaten than he had felt before, less weary of his
[Two Gallants] [1721] some good simple-minded girl with a little of the ready.
[Two Gallants] [1723] He paid twopence halfpenny to the slatternly girl and went out of
[Two Gallants] [1726] Street. At the corner of George's Street he met two friends of his
[Two Gallants] [1741] Grafton Street. The crowd of girls and young men had thinned and
[Two Gallants] [1743] one another good-night. He went as far as the clock of the College
[Two Gallants] [1744] of Surgeons: it was on the stroke of ten. He set off briskly along
[Two Gallants] [1745] the northern side of the Green hurrying for fear Corley should
[Two Gallants] [1746] return too soon. When he reached the corner of Merrion Street he
[Two Gallants] [1747] took his stand in the shadow of a lamp and brought out one of the
[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] [1760] them. Yet it was surely half-an-hour since he had seen the clock of
[Two Gallants] [1761] the College of Surgeons. Would Corley do a thing like that? He lit
[Two Gallants] [1763] eyes as each tram stopped at the far corner of the square. They
[Two Gallants] [1764] must have gone home by another way. The paper of his cigarette
[Two Gallants] [1771] They did not seem to be speaking. An intimation of the result
[Two Gallants] [1772] pricked him like the point of a sharp instrument. He knew Corley
[Two Gallants] [1778] the steps into the area of a house. Corley remained standing at the
[Two Gallants] [1779] edge of the path, a little distance from the front steps. Some
[Two Gallants] [1787] Lenehan hurried on in the same direction. Some drops of light rain
[Two Gallants] [1806] They had reached the corner of Ely Place. Still without answering,
[Two Gallants] [1809] breathing uneasily. He was baffled and a note of menace pierced
[Two Gallants] [1816] smiling, opened it slowly to the gaze of his disciple. A small gold
[The Boarding House] [1828] in the presence of customers and by buying bad meat he ruined his
[The Boarding House] [1833] separation from him with care of the children. She would give him
[The Boarding House] [1839] Mrs. Mooney, who had taken what remained of her money out of
[The Boarding House] [1842] population made up of tourists from Liverpool and the Isle of Man
[The Boarding House] [1844] population was made up of clerks from the city. She governed the
[The Boarding House] [1847] of her as The Madam.
[The Boarding House] [1854] chances of favourites and outsiders. Jack Mooney, the Madam's
[The Boarding House] [1856] reputation of being a hard case. He was fond of using soldiers'
[The Boarding House] [1871] Polly was a slim girl of nineteen; she had light soft hair and a
[The Boarding House] [1872] small full mouth. Her eyes, which were grey with a shade of green
[The Boarding House] [1873] through them, had a habit of glancing upwards when she spoke
[The Boarding House] [1880] to give her the run of the young men. Besides young men like to
[The Boarding House] [1881] feel that there is a young woman not very far away. Polly, of
[The Boarding House] [1884] away: none of them meant business. Things went on so for a long
[The Boarding House] [1885] time and Mrs. Mooney began to think of sending Polly back to
[The Boarding House] [1887] between Polly and one of the young men. She watched the pair and
[The Boarding House] [1893] understanding but, though people in the house began to talk of the
[The Boarding House] [1900] It was a bright Sunday morning of early summer, promising heat,
[The Boarding House] [1901] but with a fresh breeze blowing. All the windows of the boarding
[The Boarding House] [1903] the street beneath the raised sashes. The belfry of George's Church
[The Boarding House] [1908] house and the table of the breakfast-room was covered with plates
[The Boarding House] [1909] on which lay yellow streaks of eggs with morsels of bacon-fat and
[The Boarding House] [1912] collect the crusts and pieces of broken bread to help to make
[The Boarding House] [1918] Both had been somewhat awkward, of course. She had been made
[The Boarding House] [1921] awkward not merely because allusions of that kind always made
[The Boarding House] [1928] that the bells of George's Church had stopped ringing. It was
[The Boarding House] [1929] seventeen minutes past eleven: she would have lots of time to have
[The Boarding House] [1932] she had all the weight of social opinion on her side: she was an
[The Boarding House] [1934] assuming that he was a man of honour and he had simply abused
[The Boarding House] [1935] her hospitality. He was thirty-four or thirty-five years of age, so
[The Boarding House] [1937] be his excuse since he was a man who had seen something of the
[The Boarding House] [1938] world. He had simply taken advantage of Polly's youth and
[The Boarding House] [1944] had his moment of pleasure, but the girl has to bear the brunt.
[The Boarding House] [1946] sum of money; she had known cases of it. But she would not do so.
[The Boarding House] [1947] For her only one reparation could make up for the loss of her
[The Boarding House] [1956] something of the affair; details had been invented by some.
[The Boarding House] [1959] him, perhaps, the loss of his job. Whereas if he agreed all might be
[The Boarding House] [1961] suspected he had a bit of stuff put by.
[The Boarding House] [1964] pier-glass. The decisive expression of her great florid face satisfied
[The Boarding House] [1965] her and she thought of some mothers she knew who could not get
[The Boarding House] [1973] pocket-handkerchief. The recollection of his confession of the
[The Boarding House] [1974] night before was a cause of acute pain to him; the priest had drawn
[The Boarding House] [1975] out every ridiculous detail of the affair and in the end had so
[The Boarding House] [1977] loophole of reparation. The harm was done. What could he do now
[The Boarding House] [1979] would be sure to be talked of and his employer would be certain to
[The Boarding House] [1980] hear of it. Dublin is such a small city: everyone knows everyone
[The Boarding House] [1985] All his long years of service gone for nothing! All his industry and
[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] [1989] all passed and done with... nearly. He still bought a copy of
[The Boarding House] [1991] duties and for nine-tenths of the year lived a regular life. He had
[The Boarding House] [1993] would look down on her. First of all there was her disreputable
[The Boarding House] [1996] imagine his friends talking of the affair and laughing. She was a
[The Boarding House] [2000] she had done. Of course he had done it too. His instinct urged him
[The Boarding House] [2004] While he was sitting helplessly on the side of the bed in shirt and
[The Boarding House] [2006] all, that she had made a clean breast of it to her mother and that
[The Boarding House] [2015] right, never fear. He felt against his shirt the agitation of her
[The Boarding House] [2019] remembered well, with the curious patient memory of the celibate,
[The Boarding House] [2024] loose open combing- jacket of printed flannel. Her white instep
[The Boarding House] [2025] shone in the opening of her furry slippers and the blood glowed
[The Boarding House] [2033] a little tumbler of punch ready for him. Perhaps they could be
[The Boarding House] [2038] to kiss. He remembered well her eyes, the touch of her hand and
[The Boarding House] [2042] "What am I to do?" The instinct of the celibate warned him to hold
[The Boarding House] [2043] back. But the sin was there; even his sense of honour told him that
[The Boarding House] [2046] While he was sitting with her on the side of the bed Mary came to
[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] [2059] of stairs he passed Jack Mooney who was coming up from the
[The Boarding House] [2060] pantry nursing two bottles of Bass. They saluted coldly; and the
[The Boarding House] [2062] a pair of thick short arms. When he reached the foot of the
[The Boarding House] [2064] of the return-room.
[The Boarding House] [2066] Suddenly he remembered the night when one of the musichall
[The Boarding House] [2068] Polly. The reunion had been almost broken up on account of Jack's
[The Boarding House] [2072] that sort of a game on with his sister he'd bloody well put his teeth
[The Boarding House] [2075] Polly sat for a little time on the side of the bed, crying. Then she
[The Boarding House] [2077] end of the towel in the water-jug and refreshed her eyes with the
[The Boarding House] [2081] of them awakened in her mind secret, amiable memories. She
[The Boarding House] [2082] rested the nape of her neck against the cool iron bed-rail and fell
[The Boarding House] [2087] memories gradually giving place to hopes and visions of the
[A Little Cloud] [2113] Little Chandler's thoughts ever since lunch-time had been of his
[A Little Cloud] [2114] meeting with Gallaher, of Gallaher's invitation and of the great city
[A Little Cloud] [2117] gave one the idea of being a little man. His hands were white and
[A Little Cloud] [2119] were refined. He took the greatest care of his fair silken hair and
[A Little Cloud] [2121] half-moons of his nails were perfect and when he smiled you
[A Little Cloud] [2122] caught a glimpse of a row of childish white teeth.
[A Little Cloud] [2128] gaze out of the office window. The glow of a late autumn sunset
[A Little Cloud] [2129] covered the grass plots and walks. It cast a shower of kindly
[A Little Cloud] [2134] and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of
[A Little Cloud] [2135] life) he became sad. A gentle melancholy took possession of him.
[A Little Cloud] [2137] the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed to him.
[A Little Cloud] [2139] He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He
[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] [2149] feudal arch of the King's Inns, a neat modest figure, and walked
[A Little Cloud] [2151] the air had grown sharp. A horde of grimy children populated the
[A Little Cloud] [2155] through all that minute vermin-like life and under the shadow of
[A Little Cloud] [2156] the gaunt spectral mansions in which the old nobility of Dublin
[A Little Cloud] [2157] had roystered. No memory of the past touched him, for his mind
[A Little Cloud] [2158] was full of a present joy.
[A Little Cloud] [2160] He had never been in Corless's but he knew the value of the name.
[A Little Cloud] [2172] causes of his fear. He chose the darkest and narrowest streets and,
[A Little Cloud] [2175] and at times a sound of low fugitive laughter made him tremble
[A Little Cloud] [2181] remember many signs of future greatness in his friend. People used
[A Little Cloud] [2182] to say that Ignatius Gallaher was wild Of course, he did mix with a
[A Little Cloud] [2183] rakish set of fellows at that time. drank freely and borrowed
[A Little Cloud] [2185] affair, some money transaction: at least, that was one version of his
[A Little Cloud] [2187] something in Ignatius Gallaher that impressed you in spite of
[A Little Cloud] [2190] the remembrance brought a slight flush of pride to his cheek) one
[A Little Cloud] [2191] of Ignatius Gallaher's sayings when he was in a tight corner:
[A Little Cloud] [2201] soul revolted against the dull inelegance of Capel Street. There
[A Little Cloud] [2205] pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him a band of
[A Little Cloud] [2207] covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset
[A Little Cloud] [2208] and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake
[A Little Cloud] [2217] sober inartistic life. A light began to tremble on the horizon of his
[A Little Cloud] [2219] said to be just at the point of maturity. There were so many
[A Little Cloud] [2222] was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his
[A Little Cloud] [2224] recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could
[A Little Cloud] [2225] give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.
[A Little Cloud] [2227] crowd but he might appeal to a little circle of kindred minds. The
[A Little Cloud] [2228] English critics, perhaps, would recognise him as one of the Celtic
[A Little Cloud] [2229] school by reason of the melancholy tone of his poems; besides
[A Little Cloud] [2232] has the gift of easy and graceful verse." ... "wistful sadness
[A Little Cloud] [2244] The light and noise of the bar held him at the doorways for a few
[A Little Cloud] [2246] shining of many red and green wine-glasses The bar seemed to him
[A Little Cloud] [2247] to be full of people and he felt that the people were observing him
[A Little Cloud] [2257] flavour.... Here, garcon, bring us two halves of malt whisky, like a
[A Little Cloud] [2260] signs of aging in me--eh, what? A little grey and thin on the top--
[A Little Cloud] [2265] which were of bluish slate-colour, relieved his unhealthy pallor
[A Little Cloud] [2276] old country. Does a fellow good, a bit of a holiday. I feel a ton
[A Little Cloud] [2286] odd half-one or so when I meet any of the old crowd: that's all."
[A Little Cloud] [2293] "I met some of the old gang today," said Ignatius Gallaher. "O'Hara
[A Little Cloud] [2315] "I've been to the Isle of Man," said Little Chandler.
[A Little Cloud] [2319] "The Isle of Man!" he said. "Go to London or Paris: Paris, for
[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] [2333] it is beautiful.... But it's the life of Paris; that's the thing. Ah, there's
[A Little Cloud] [2348] Gallaher's accent and way of expressing himself did not please
[A Little Cloud] [2350] observed before. But perhaps it was only the result of living in
[A Little Cloud] [2351] London amid the bustle and competition of the Press. The old
[A Little Cloud] [2369] "Every place is immoral," he said. "Of course you do find spicy
[A Little Cloud] [2370] bits in Paris. Go to one of the students' balls, for instance. That's
[A Little Cloud] [2374] "I've heard of them," said Little Chandler.
[A Little Cloud] [2384] "London!" said Ignatius Gallaher. "It's six of one and half-a-dozen
[A Little Cloud] [2385] of the other. You ask Hogan, my boy. I showed him a bit about
[A Little Cloud] [2387] Tommy, don't make punch of that whisky: liquor up."
[A Little Cloud] [2402] some time from the clouds of smoke in which he had taken refuge,
[A Little Cloud] [2403] "it's a rum world. Talk of immorality! I've heard of cases--what
[A Little Cloud] [2404] am I saying?--I've known them: cases of... immorality...."
[A Little Cloud] [2408] pictures of the corruption which was rife abroad. He summarised
[A Little Cloud] [2409] the vices of many capitals and seemed inclined to award the palm
[A Little Cloud] [2411] him), but of others he had had personal experience. He spared
[A Little Cloud] [2412] neither rank nor caste. He revealed many of the secrets of religious
[A Little Cloud] [2413] houses on the Continent and described some of the practices which
[A Little Cloud] [2419] Dublin where nothing is known of such things."
[A Little Cloud] [2428] had... tasted the joys of connubial bliss. Two years ago, wasn't it?"
[A Little Cloud] [2441] old chap, and tons of money, and may you never die till I shoot
[A Little Cloud] [2442] you. And that's the wish of a sincere friend, an old friend. You
[A Little Cloud] [2507] person. The adventure of meeting Gallaher after eight years, of
[A Little Cloud] [2509] noise, of listening to Gallaher's stories and of sharing for a brief
[A Little Cloud] [2510] space Gallaher's vagrant and triumphant life, upset the equipoise of
[A Little Cloud] [2518] manhood. He saw behind Gallaher's refusal of his invitation.
[A Little Cloud] [2526] come next year I may have the pleasure of wishing long life and
[A Little Cloud] [2529] Ignatius Gallaher in the act of drinking closed one eye expressively
[A Little Cloud] [2530] over the rim of his glass. When he had drunk he smacked his lips
[A Little Cloud] [2533] "No blooming fear of that, my boy. I'm going to have my fling first
[A Little Cloud] [2534] and see a bit of life and the world before I put my head in the sack
[A Little Cloud] [2561] There are hundreds--what am I saying?--thousands of rich
[A Little Cloud] [2573] He imitated with his mouth the act of tasting and made a wry face.
[A Little Cloud] [2582] moreover, he had forgotten to bring Annie home the parcel of
[A Little Cloud] [2583] coffee from Bewley's. Of course she was in a bad humour and gave
[A Little Cloud] [2586] she decided to go out herself for a quarter of a pound of tea and
[A Little Cloud] [2587] two pounds of sugar. She put the sleeping child deftly in his arms
[A Little Cloud] [2593] light fell over a photograph which was enclosed in a frame of
[A Little Cloud] [2597] It had cost him ten and elevenpence; but what an agony of
[A Little Cloud] [2602] penny of his change, being called back by the cashier, and finally,
[A Little Cloud] [2609] delighted with it, especially with the make of the sleeves, and
[A Little Cloud] [2610] kissed him and said he was very good to think of her.
[A Little Cloud] [2614] He looked coldly into the eyes of the photograph and they
[A Little Cloud] [2617] unconscious and ladylike? The composure of the eyes irritated
[A Little Cloud] [2619] them, no rapture. He thought of what Gallaher had said about rich
[A Little Cloud] [2621] of passion, of voluptuous longing!... Why had he married the eyes
[A Little Cloud] [2627] it herself and it reminded hi of her. It too was prim and pretty. A
[A Little Cloud] [2634] A volume of Byron's poems lay before him on the table. He opened
[A Little Cloud] [2646] He paused. He felt the rhythm of the verse about him in the room.
[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] [2662] wailing of the child pierced the drum of his ear. It was useless,
[A Little Cloud] [2668] The child stopped for an instant, had a spasm of fright and began
[A Little Cloud] [2672] bursting out anew. The thin walls of the room echoed the sound.
[A Little Cloud] [2674] the contracted and quivering face of the child and began to be
[A Little Cloud] [2682] The child, hearing its mother's voice, broke out into a paroxysm of
[A Little Cloud] [2691] Little Chandler sustained for one moment the gaze of her eyes and
[A Little Cloud] [2703] of the world!... There now!"
[A Little Cloud] [2706] back out of the lamplight. He listened while the paroxysm of the
[A Little Cloud] [2707] child's sobbing grew less and less; and tears of remorse started to
[Counterparts] [2713] furious voice called out in a piercing North of Ireland accent:
[Counterparts] [2723] his chair to stand up. When he stood up he was tall and of great
[Counterparts] [2726] whites of them were dirty. He lifted up the counter and, passing by
[Counterparts] [2727] the clients, went out of the office with a heavy step.
[Counterparts] [2738] shot his head up over a pile of documents. The head itself was so
[Counterparts] [2742] "Farrington? What is the meaning of this? Why have I always to
[Counterparts] [2743] complain of you? May I ask you why you haven't made a copy of
[Counterparts] [2765] Mr. Alleyne bent his head again upon his pile of papers. The man
[Counterparts] [2766] stared fixedly at the polished skull which directed the affairs of
[Counterparts] [2767] Crosbie & Alleyne, gauging its fragility. A spasm of rage gripped
[Counterparts] [2769] sharp sensation of thirst. The man recognised the sensation and felt
[Counterparts] [2770] that he must have a good night's drinking. The middle of the month
[Counterparts] [2773] fixedly at the head upon the pile of papers. Suddenly Mr. Alleyne
[Counterparts] [2775] he had been unaware of the man's presence till that moment, he
[Counterparts] [2786] The man walked heavily towards the door and, as he went out of
[Counterparts] [2788] was not copied by evening Mr. Crosbie would hear of the matter.
[Counterparts] [2797] passed out of the office. As he was passing out the chief clerk
[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] [2807] he walked on furtively on the inner side of the path towards the
[Counterparts] [2809] the dark snug of O'Neill's shop, and filling up the little window
[Counterparts] [2810] that looked into the bar with his inflamed face, the colour of dark
[Counterparts] [2815] The curate brought him a glass of plain porter. The man drank it at
[Counterparts] [2818] retreated out of the snug as furtively as he had entered it.
[Counterparts] [2821] of February and the lamps in Eustace Street had been lit. The man
[Counterparts] [2822] went up by the houses until he reached the door of the office,
[Counterparts] [2824] moist pungent odour of perfumes saluted his nose: evidently Miss
[Counterparts] [2827] an air of absentmindedness.
[Counterparts] [2838] Well, you better look sharp and get a copy of our correspondence
[Counterparts] [2841] This address in the presence of the public, his run upstairs and the
[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] [2847] and the clatter of glasses. He got out the Delacour correspondence
[Counterparts] [2848] and passed out of the office. He hoped Mr. Alleyne would not
[Counterparts] [2852] room. Miss Delacour was a middle-aged woman of Jewish
[Counterparts] [2855] she came. She was sitting beside his desk now in an aroma of
[Counterparts] [2856] perfumes, smoothing the handle of her umbrella and nodding the
[Counterparts] [2861] notice of his bow. Mr. Alleyne tapped a finger on the
[Counterparts] [2870] letters typed in time for post. The man listened to the clicking of
[Counterparts] [2873] the glare and rattle of the public-house. It was a night for hot
[Counterparts] [2878] Bernard instead of Bernard Bodley and had to begin again on a
[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] [2892] anticipation of something. The man got up from his desk. Mr.
[Counterparts] [2893] Alleyne began a tirade of abuse, saying that two letters were
[Counterparts] [2897] descending upon the head of the manikin before him:
[Counterparts] [2901] "You--know--nothing. Of course you know nothing," said Mr.
[Counterparts] [2907] and back again; and, almost before he was aware of it, his tongue
[Counterparts] [2912] There was a pause in the very breathing of the clerks. Everyone
[Counterparts] [2913] was astounded (the author of the witticism no less than his
[Counterparts] [2915] began to smile broadly. Mr. Alleyne flushed to the hue of a wild
[Counterparts] [2917] fist in the man's face till it seemed to vibrate like the knob of some
[Counterparts] [2921] work of you! Wait till you see! You'll apologise to me for your
[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] [2944] North of Ireland accent to amuse Higgins and Miss Parker: that
[Counterparts] [2945] had been the beginning of it. He might have tried Higgins for the
[Counterparts] [2947] with two establishments to keep up, of course he couldn't....
[Counterparts] [2949] He felt his great body again aching for the comfort of the
[Counterparts] [2955] as he was fingering his watch-chain, he thought of Terry Kelly's
[Counterparts] [2957] of it sooner?
[Counterparts] [2959] He went through the narrow alley of Temple Bar quickly,
[Counterparts] [2961] going to have a good night of it. The clerk in Terry Kelly's said A
[Counterparts] [2963] the six shillings was allowed him literally. He came out of the
[Counterparts] [2964] pawn-office joyfully, making a little cylinder, of the coins between
[Counterparts] [2967] ragged urchins ran here and there yelling out the names of the
[Counterparts] [2970] masterfully at the office-girls. His head was full of the noises of
[Counterparts] [2979] Nosey Flynn was sitting up in his usual corner of Davy Byrne's
[Counterparts] [2984] tailors of malt, hot, all round and told the story of the retort he had
[Counterparts] [2985] made to the chief clerk when he was in Callan's of Fownes's Street;
[Counterparts] [2986] but, as the retort was after the manner of the liberal shepherds in
[Counterparts] [2992] Higgins! Of course he had to join in with the others. The men
[Counterparts] [2993] asked him to give his version of it, and he did so with great
[Counterparts] [2994] vivacity for the sight of five small hot whiskies was very
[Counterparts] [2998] please," while Farrington looked at the company out of his heavy
[Counterparts] [2999] dirty eyes, smiling and at times drawing forth stray drops of liquor
[Counterparts] [3000] from his moustache with the aid of his lower lip.
[Counterparts] [3003] money but neither of the other two seemed to have any; so the
[Counterparts] [3004] whole party left the shop somewhat regretfully. At the corner of
[Counterparts] [3008] Office, Farrington suggested the Scotch House. The bar was full of
[Counterparts] [3009] men and loud with the noise of tongues and glasses. The three men
[Counterparts] [3011] little party at the corner of the counter. They began to exchange
[Counterparts] [3016] had definite notions of what was what, asked the boys would they
[Counterparts] [3034] of bitter this time. Funds were getting low but they had enough to
[Counterparts] [3037] Weathers saluted them and told the company that they were out of
[Counterparts] [3039] direction of one of the young women. There was something
[Counterparts] [3040] striking in her appearance. An immense scarf of peacock-blue
[Counterparts] [3051] want of money and cursed all the rounds he had stood, particularly
[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] [3062] it was agreed to have a trial of strength. The table was cleared and
[Counterparts] [3072] "You're not to put the weight of your body behind it. Play fair," he
[Counterparts] [3077] "Come on again. The two best out of three."
[Counterparts] [3080] forehead, and the pallor of Weathers' complexion changed to
[Counterparts] [3083] on to the table. There was a murmur of applause from the
[Counterparts] [3092] "Sh, sh!" said O'Halloran, observing the violent expression of
[Counterparts] [3100] A very sullen-faced man stood at the corner of O'Connell Bridge
[Counterparts] [3102] full of smouldering anger and revengefulness. He felt humiliated
[Counterparts] [3109] a mere boy. His heart swelled with fury and, when he thought of
[Counterparts] [3114] body along in the shadow of the wall of the barracks. He loathed
[Counterparts] [3137] "That's right.... Did she think of leaving any dinner for me?"
[Counterparts] [3144] The man sat down heavily on one of the chairs while the little boy
[Counterparts] [3166] boy looked about him wildly but, seeing no way of escape, fell
[Counterparts] [3172] The boy uttered a squeal of pain as the stick cut his thigh. He
[Clay] [3186] of the side-tables were four very big barmbracks. These
[Clay] [3200] And the sub-matron and two of the Board ladies had heard the
[Clay] [3202] wouldn't do to the dummy who had charge of the irons if it wasn't
[Clay] [3203] for Maria. Everyone was so fond of Maria.
[Clay] [3210] the words A Present from Belfast. She was very fond of that purse
[Clay] [3221] with her) and she had become accustomed to the life of the
[Clay] [3229] such a bad opinion of Protestants but now she thought they were
[Clay] [3241] steaming hands in their petticoats and pulling down the sleeves of
[Clay] [3245] Maria superintended the distribution of the barmbrack and saw
[Clay] [3246] that every woman got her four slices. There was a great deal of
[Clay] [3251] sparkled with disappointed shyness and the tip of her nose nearly
[Clay] [3252] met the tip of her chin. Then Ginger Mooney lifted her mug of tea
[Clay] [3255] sup of porter to drink it in. And Maria laughed again till the tip of
[Clay] [3256] her nose nearly met the tip of her chin and till her minute body
[Clay] [3258] well though, of course, she had the notions of a common woman.
[Clay] [3263] morning was a mass morning, changed the hand of the alarm from
[Clay] [3266] dress-boots beside the foot of the bed. She changed her blouse too
[Clay] [3267] and, as she stood before the mirror, she thought of how she used to
[Clay] [3270] had so often adorned, In spite of its years she found it a nice tidy
[Clay] [3274] was glad of her old brown waterproof. The tram was full and she
[Clay] [3275] had to sit on the little stool at the end of the car, facing all the
[Clay] [3282] they were boys together they used to be the best of friends: but
[Clay] [3285] She got out of her tram at the Pillar and ferreted her way quickly
[Clay] [3287] was so full of people that it was a long time before she could get
[Clay] [3288] herself attended to. She bought a dozen of mixed penny cakes, and
[Clay] [3289] at last came out of the shop laden with a big bag. Then she thought
[Clay] [3291] They would be sure to have plenty of apples and nuts. It was hard
[Clay] [3292] to know what to buy and all she could think of was cake. She
[Clay] [3294] enough almond icing on top of it so she went over to a shop in
[Clay] [3299] lady took it all very seriously and finally cut a thick slice of
[Clay] [3305] because none of the young men seemed to notice her but an elderly
[Clay] [3312] supposed the bag was full of good things for the little ones and
[Clay] [3325] from next door and games were going on. Maria gave the bag of
[Clay] [3327] was too good of her to bring such a big bag of cakes and made all
[Clay] [3335] pockets of her waterproof and then on the hallstand but nowhere
[Clay] [3336] could she find it. Then she asked all the children had any of them
[Clay] [3337] eaten it--by mistake, of course--but the children all said no and
[Clay] [3339] accused of stealing. Everybody had a solution for the mystery and
[Clay] [3343] vexation and disappointment. At the thought of the failure of her
[Clay] [3344] little surprise and of the two and fourpence she had thrown away
[Clay] [3360] her. Then Joe asked would she take a bottle of stout and Mrs.
[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] [3372] nearly being a row on the head of it. But Joe said he would not
[Clay] [3373] lose his temper on account of the night it was and asked his wife to
[Clay] [3379] the prayer-book and the other three got the water; and when one of
[Clay] [3384] bandage, Maria laughed and laughed again till the tip of her nose
[Clay] [3385] nearly met the tip of her chin.
[Clay] [3389] about here and there in the air and descended on one of the
[Clay] [3392] pause for a few seconds; and then a great deal of scuffling and
[Clay] [3394] last Mrs. Donnelly said something very cross to one of the
[Clay] [3400] children and Joe made Maria take a glass of wine. Soon they were
[Clay] [3404] that night, so full of pleasant talk and reminiscences. She said they
[Clay] [3408] would she not sing some little song before she went, one of the old
[Clay] [3419] And of all who assembled within those walls
[Clay] [3423] Of a high ancestral name,
[A Painful Case] [3438] live as far as possible from the city of which he was a citizen and
[A Painful Case] [3439] because he found all the other suburbs of Dublin mean, modern
[A Painful Case] [3442] the shallow river on which Dublin is built. The lofty walls of his
[A Painful Case] [3444] every article of furniture in the room: a black iron bedstead, an
[A Painful Case] [3447] bookcase had been made in an alcove by means of shelves of
[A Painful Case] [3451] as the sole ornament of the mantelpiece. The books on the white
[A Painful Case] [3453] bulk. A complete Wordsworth stood at one end of the lowest shelf
[A Painful Case] [3454] and a copy of the Maynooth Catechism, sewn into the cloth cover
[A Painful Case] [3455] of a notebook, stood at one end of the top shelf. Writing materials
[A Painful Case] [3457] of Hauptmann's Michael Kramer, the stage directions of which
[A Painful Case] [3458] were written in purple ink, and a little sheaf of papers held
[A Painful Case] [3460] from time to time and, in an ironical moment, the headline of an
[A Painful Case] [3462] On lifting the lid of the desk a faint fragrance escaped--the
[A Painful Case] [3463] fragrance of new cedarwood pencils or of a bottle of gum or of an
[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] [3473] the world from under their tawny eyebrows, gave the impression of
[A Painful Case] [3482] He had been for many years cashier of a private bank in Baggot
[A Painful Case] [3484] midday he went to Dan Burke's and took his lunch--a bottle of
[A Painful Case] [3485] lager beer and a small trayful of arrowroot biscuits. At four o'clock
[A Painful Case] [3488] and where there was a certain plain honesty in the bill of fare. His
[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] [3505] prophecy of failure. The lady who sat next him looked round at the
[A Painful Case] [3519] deliberate swoon of the pupil into the iris, revealing for an instant
[A Painful Case] [3520] a temperament of great sensibility. The pupil reasserted itself
[A Painful Case] [3521] quickly, this half- disclosed nature fell again under the reign of
[A Painful Case] [3522] prudence, and her astrakhan jacket, moulding a bosom of a certain
[A Painful Case] [3523] fullness, struck the note of defiance more definitely.
[A Painful Case] [3531] captain of a mercantile boat plying between Dublin and Holland;
[A Painful Case] [3535] appointment. She came. This was the first of many meetings; they
[A Painful Case] [3542] of pleasures that he did not suspect that anyone else would take an
[A Painful Case] [3544] out giving music lessons Mr. Duffy had many opportunities of
[A Painful Case] [3546] adventure before and neither was conscious of any incongruity.
[A Painful Case] [3551] Sometimes in return for his theories she gave out some fact of her
[A Painful Case] [3554] for some time he had assisted at the meetings of an Irish Socialist
[A Painful Case] [3555] Party where he had felt himself a unique figure amidst a score of
[A Painful Case] [3560] they took in the question of wages was inordinate. He felt that they
[A Painful Case] [3562] which was the produce of a leisure not within their reach. No
[A Painful Case] [3568] incapable of thinking consecutively for sixty seconds? To submit
[A Painful Case] [3569] himself to the criticisms of an obtuse middle class which entrusted
[A Painful Case] [3574] they spoke of subjects less remote. Her companionship was like a
[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] [3585] We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own. The end of
[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] [3593] interview to be troubled by the influence of their ruined
[A Painful Case] [3595] was cold autumn weather but in spite of the cold they wandered up
[A Painful Case] [3596] and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed
[A Painful Case] [3598] sorrow. When they came out of the Park they walked in silence
[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] [3606] pieces of music encumbered the music-stand in the lower room
[A Painful Case] [3608] Zarathustra and The Gay Science. He wrote seldom in the sheaf of
[A Painful Case] [3609] papers which lay in his desk. One of his sentences, written two
[A Painful Case] [3615] partner of the bank retired. And still every morning he went into
[A Painful Case] [3620] One evening as he was about to put a morsel of corned beef and
[A Painful Case] [3623] propped against the water-carafe. He replaced the morsel of food
[A Painful Case] [3625] glass of water, pushed his plate to one side, doubled the paper
[A Painful Case] [3630] of it with difficulty. Then he paid his bill and went out.
[A Painful Case] [3633] hazel stick striking the ground regularly, the fringe of the buff Mail
[A Painful Case] [3634] peeping out of a side-pocket of his tight reefer overcoat. On the
[A Painful Case] [3640] read the paragraph again by the failing light of the window. He
[A Painful Case] [3645] DEATH OF A LADY AT SYDNEY PARADE
[A Painful Case] [3649] Today at the City of Dublin Hospital the Deputy Coroner (in the
[A Painful Case] [3650] absence of Mr. Leverett) held an inquest on the body of Mrs.
[A Painful Case] [3654] down by the engine of the ten o'clock slow train from Kingstown,
[A Painful Case] [3655] thereby sustaining injuries of the head and right side which led to
[A Painful Case] [3658] James Lennon, driver of the engine, stated that he had been in the
[A Painful Case] [3659] employment of the railway company for fifteen years. On hearing
[A Painful Case] [3667] the buffer of the engine and fell to the ground.
[A Painful Case] [3675] taken to the waiting-room pending the arrival of the ambulance.
[A Painful Case] [3679] Dr. Halpin, assistant house surgeon of the City of Dublin Hospital,
[A Painful Case] [3681] sustained severe contusions of the right shoulder. The right side of
[A Painful Case] [3684] opinion, had been probably due to shock and sudden failure of the
[A Painful Case] [3687] Mr. H. B. Patterson Finlay, on behalf of the railway company,
[A Painful Case] [3691] use of patent spring gates at level crossings. The deceased had
[A Painful Case] [3692] been in the habit of crossing the lines late at night from platform to
[A Painful Case] [3693] platform and, in view of certain other circumstances of the case,
[A Painful Case] [3696] Captain Sinico, of Leoville, Sydney Parade, husband of the
[A Painful Case] [3698] wife. He was not in Dublin at the time of the accident as he had
[A Painful Case] [3703] Miss Mary Sinico said that of late her mother had been in the habit
[A Painful Case] [3704] of going out at night to buy spirits. She, witness, had often tried to
[A Painful Case] [3713] possibility of similar accidents in the future. No blame attached to
[A Painful Case] [3720] Mr. Duffy raised his eyes from the paper and gazed out of his
[A Painful Case] [3724] narrative of her death revolted him and it revolted him to think that
[A Painful Case] [3725] he had ever spoken to her of what he held sacred. The threadbare
[A Painful Case] [3726] phrases, the inane expressions of sympathy, the cautious words of
[A Painful Case] [3727] a reporter won over to conceal the details of a commonplace
[A Painful Case] [3729] herself; she had degraded him. He saw the squalid tract of her vice,
[A Painful Case] [3730] miserable and malodorous. His soul's companion! He thought of
[A Painful Case] [3733] had been unfit to live, without any strength of purpose, an easy
[A Painful Case] [3734] prey to habits, one of the wrecks on which civilisation has been
[A Painful Case] [3737] outburst of that night and interpreted it in a harsher sense than he
[A Painful Case] [3738] had ever done. He had no difficulty now in approving of the course
[A Painful Case] [3745] crept into the sleeves of his coat. When he came to the
[A Painful Case] [3751] value of a gentleman's estate in County Kildare They drank at
[A Painful Case] [3766] on a comedy of deception with her; he could not have lived with
[A Painful Case] [3782] When he gained the crest of the Magazine Hill he halted and
[A Painful Case] [3783] looked along the river towards Dublin, the lights of which burned
[A Painful Case] [3785] and, at the base, in the shadow of the wall of the Park, he saw
[A Painful Case] [3787] with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he
[A Painful Case] [3790] sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame. He knew that the
[A Painful Case] [3795] of Kingsbridge Station, like a worm with a fiery head winding
[A Painful Case] [3797] out of sight; but still he heard in his ears the laborious drone of the
[A Painful Case] [3798] engine reiterating the syllables of her name.
[A Painful Case] [3800] He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine
[A Painful Case] [3801] pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3810] OLD JACK raked the cinders together with a piece of cardboard
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3811] and spread them judiciously over the whitening dome of coals.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3818] cinders had caught he laid the piece of cardboard against the wall,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3836] pockets. He took out a pack of thin pasteboard cards.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3842] He selected one of the cards and read what was printed on it:
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3850] favour of your vote and influence at the coming election
[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] [3856] let in the wet, he spent a great part of the day sitting by the fire in
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3859] dark. It was the sixth of October, dismal and cold out of doors.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3862] cigarette. As he did so the flame lit up a leaf of dark glossy ivy the
[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] [3864] taking up the piece of cardboard again, began to fan the fire slowly
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3882] it, only impudence. He takes th'upper hand of me whenever he sees
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3897] silent, gazing into the fire. Someone opened the door of the room
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3909] into the light of the fire.
[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] [3921] cheerful colour. The walls of the room were bare except for a copy
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3922] of an election address. In the middle of the room was a small table
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3963] "Of course, the working-classes should be represented," said the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3969] working-man is not going to drag the honour of Dublin in the mud
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [3974] "Don't you know they want to present an address of welcome to
[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] [3993] talk of an address of welcome."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4037] "For the love of God, Jack, bring us a bit of coal. There must be
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4040] The old man went out of the room.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4052] pay up like a man instead of: 'O, now, Mr. Henchy, I must speak to
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4053] Mr. Fanning.... I've spent a lot of money'? Mean little schoolboy of
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4065] The old man returned with a few lumps of coal which he placed
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4075] mantelpiece with the aid of his shoulders, made ready to leave.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4080] He went out of the room slowly. Neither Mr. Henchy nor the old
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4087] direction of the door.
[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] [4093] cigarette into the fire, "he's hard up, like the rest of us."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4099] man from the other camp. He's a spy of Colgan's, if you ask me.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4109] fellow sponging. Couldn't he have some spark of manhood about
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4121] "Some of these hillsiders and fenians are a bit too clever if ask
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4123] opinion is about some of those little jokers? I believe half of them
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4124] are in the pay of the Castle."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4135] "There's a lineal descendant of Major Sirr for you if you like! O,
[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] [4147] collar or a layman's, because the collar of his shabby frock-coat,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4148] the uncovered buttons of which reflected the candlelight, was
[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] [4174] He retreated from the doorway and Mr. Henchy, seizing one of the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4204] We haven't many of them, thank God! but we have a few.... He's an
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4205] unfortunate man of some kind...."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4215] of stout."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4217] "Is there any chance of a drink itself?" asked Mr. O'Connor.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4222] he send up a dozen of stout. I asked him again now, but he was
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4235] thoughtfully. "I saw the three of them hard at it yesterday at
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4241] I'm thinking seriously of becoming a City Father myself. What do
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4248] "Driving out of the Mansion House," said Mr. Henchy, "in all my
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4258] than some of them. I was talking one day to old Keegan, the porter.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4261] live on the smell of an oil- rag.' And do you know what he told
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4266] "He told me: 'What do you think of a Lord Mayor of Dublin
[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] [4268] high living?' says he. 'Wisha! wisha,' says I. 'A pound of chops,'
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4270] kind of people is going at all now?"
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4278] depositing a basket on the floor with a noise of shaken bottles.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4307] good man before now drank out of the bottle."
[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] [4332] sleeve. Then he took up the corkscrew and went out of the door
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4333] sideways, muttering some form of salutation.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4337] "The thin edge of the wedge," said Mr. Henchy.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4342] in a long breath of satisfaction.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4351] chap, of course), but he's not worth a damn as a canvasser. He
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4355] Here two men entered the room. One of them was a very fat man
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4356] whose blue serge clothes seemed to be in danger of falling from
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4363] "Hello, Crofton!" said Mr. Henchy to the fat man. "Talk of the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4369] "O, of course, Lyons spots the drink first thing!" said Mr.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4378] "Open two bottles of stout, Jack," said Mr. O'Connor.
[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] [4400] Conservatives had withdrawn their man and, choosing the lesser of
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4405] out of Mr. Lyons' bottle. Mr. Lyons jumped off the table, went to
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4414] Ward of Dawson Street. Fine old chap he is, too--regular old toff,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4416] 'He's a respectable man,' said I. 'He's in favour of whatever will
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4418] house property in the city and three places of business and isn't it
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4429] an influx of money into this country. The citizens of Dublin will
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4436] welcome the King of England? Didn't Parnell himself..."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4440] him out of it till the man was grey. He's a man of the world, and he
[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] [4457] "That's all very fine," said Mr. Lyons. "But look at the case of
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4460] "In the name of God," said Mr. Henchy, "where's the analogy
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4472] Pok! The tardy cork flew out of Mr. Crofton's bottle. Mr. Crofton
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4476] "Our side of the house respects him, because he was a gentleman."
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4479] only man that could keep that bag of cats in order. 'Down, ye dogs!
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4481] Come in!" he called out, catching sight of Mr. Hynes in the
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4486] "Open another bottle of stout, Jack," said Mr. Henchy. "O, I forgot
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4498] Mr. Hynes sat on the side of the table near Mr. Lyons but said
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4501] "There's one of them, anyhow," said Mr. Henchy, "that didn't
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4528] THE DEATH OF PARNELL
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4538] Of modern hypocrites laid low.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4550] Before the nations of the World.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4552] Of Liberty: but as he strove
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4558] Of fawning priests--no friends of his.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4560] The memory of those who tried
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4562] Of one who spurned them in his pride.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4566] With Erin's heroes of the past.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4567] No sound of strife disturb his sleep!
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4570] The peaks of glory to attain.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4574] When breaks the dawning of the day,
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4578] One grief--the memory of Parnell.
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4582] recitation there was a silence and then a burst of clapping: even
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4586] Pok! The cork flew out of Mr. Hynes' bottle, but Mr. Hynes
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4593] "What do you think of that, Crofton?" cried Mr. Henchy. "Isn't that
[Ivy Day in the Committee Room] [4596] Crofton said that it was a very fine piece of writing.
[A Mother] [4600] MR HOLOHAN, assistant secretary of the Eire Abu Society, had
[A Mother] [4602] hands and pockets full of dirty pieces of paper, arranging about the
[A Mother] [4603] series of concerts. He had a game leg and for this his friends called
[A Mother] [4608] Miss Devlin had become Mrs. Kearney out of spite. She had been
[A Mother] [4611] made few friends at school. When she came to the age of marriage
[A Mother] [4613] manners were much admired. She sat amid the chilly circle of her
[A Mother] [4617] romantic desires by eating a great deal of Turkish Delight in
[A Mother] [4624] of married life, Mrs. Kearney perceived that such a man would
[A Mother] [4634] daughters a dowry of one hundred pounds each when they came to
[A Mother] [4635] the age of twenty-four. He sent the older daughter, Kathleen, to a
[A Mother] [4637] paid her fees at the Academy. Every year in the month of July Mrs.
[A Mother] [4645] determined to take advantage of her daughter's name and brought
[A Mother] [4649] went with his family to the pro-cathedral, a little crowd of people
[A Mother] [4650] would assemble after mass at the corner of Cathedral Street. They
[A Mother] [4651] were all friends of the Kearneys--musical friends or Nationalist
[A Mother] [4652] friends; and, when they had played every little counter of gossip,
[A Mother] [4654] crossing of so man hands, and said good-bye to one another in
[A Mother] [4655] Irish. Soon the name of Miss Kathleen Kearney began to be heard
[A Mother] [4661] a series of four grand concerts which his Society was going to give
[A Mother] [4665] details of the enterprise, advised and dissuaded: and finally a
[A Mother] [4670] wording of bills and the disposing of items for a programme, Mrs.
[A Mother] [4684] "Don't be afraid! Don t be afraid of it! "
[A Mother] [4687] blush-pink charmeuse in Brown Thomas's to let into the front of
[A Mother] [4689] when a little expense is justifiable. She took a dozen of
[A Mother] [4698] look of things. A few young men, wearing bright blue badges in
[A Mother] [4699] their coats, stood idle in the vestibule; none of them wore evening
[A Mother] [4701] the open door of the hall showed her the cause of the stewards'
[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] [4710] while he was talking to her, he chewed one end of it into a moist
[A Mother] [4723] stare of contempt, and then said to her daughter encouragingly:
[A Mother] [4732] "And the artistes!" said Mrs. Kearney. "Of course they are doing
[A Mother] [4742] the look of things and Mr. Fitzpatrick's vacant smile irritated her
[A Mother] [4751] quite unconscious that Mrs. Kearney was taking angry note of his
[A Mother] [4752] conduct. He stood at the edge of the screen, from time to time
[A Mother] [4754] corner of the balcony. In the course of the evening, Mrs. Kearney
[A Mother] [4759] quickly with a glass of lemonade for a young lady and asked him
[A Mother] [4762] "But, of course, that doesn't alter the contract," she said. "The
[A Mother] [4768] her daughter had signed for four concerts and that, of course,
[A Mother] [4769] according to the terms of the contract, she should receive the sum
[A Mother] [4782] Little boys were sent out into the principal streets of Dublin early
[A Mother] [4783] on Friday morning with bundles of handbills. Special puffs
[A Mother] [4785] public of the treat which was in store for it on the following
[A Mother] [4787] well to tell her husband part of her suspicions. He listened
[A Mother] [4792] number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.
[A Mother] [4796] The night of the grand concert came. Mrs. Kearney, with her
[A Mother] [4798] three-quarters of an hour before the time at which the concert was
[A Mother] [4800] her daughter's clothes and music in charge of her husband and
[A Mother] [4803] member of the committee in the hall and, after a great deal of
[A Mother] [4805] to whom Mrs. Kearney explained that she wanted to see one of the
[A Mother] [4808] oldish face which was screwed into an expression of trustfulness
[A Mother] [4814] out at the rain until the melancholy of the wet street effaced all the
[A Mother] [4824] with a scattered black moustache. He was the son of a hall porter
[A Mother] [4829] had undertaken the part of the king in the opera of Maritana at the
[A Mother] [4833] once or twice out of thoughtlessness. He was unassuming and
[A Mother] [4839] extremely jealous of other tenors and he covered his nervous
[A Mother] [4853] of the screen to view the house. The seats were being filled up
[A Mother] [4857] stood chatting to one of her Nationalist friends, Miss Healy, the
[A Mother] [4864] "I'm sure I never heard of her."
[A Mother] [4870] corner of the room, holding a roll of music stiffly before her and
[A Mother] [4871] from time to time changing the direction of her startled gaze. The
[A Mother] [4873] the little cup behind her collar-bone. The noise of the hall became
[A Mother] [4876] brought a breath of opulence among the company.
[A Mother] [4886] They went down to a discreet part of the corridor. Mrs Kearney
[A Mother] [4888] said that Mr. Fitzpatrick had charge of that. Mrs. Kearney said that
[A Mother] [4906] taken possession of the fireplace and were chatting familiarly with
[A Mother] [4914] in his hand and the aroma of cigar smoke floated near him. He had
[A Mother] [4917] Miss Healy stood in front of him, talking and laughing. He was old
[A Mother] [4920] colour of her body appealed to his senses. He was pleasantly
[A Mother] [4924] stay no longer he took leave of her regretfully.
[A Mother] [4936] staircase and came to a secluded room where one of the stewards
[A Mother] [4937] was uncorking bottles for a few gentlemen. One of these
[A Mother] [4942] he balanced the fine problem of his finances. He was widely
[A Mother] [4947] ask her to lower her voice. The conversation of the others in the
[A Mother] [4952] with subdued emphasis. From the hall came sounds of
[A Mother] [4953] encouragement, clapping and stamping of feet. The first tenor and
[A Mother] [4970] and Kathleen looked down, moving the point of her new shoe: it
[A Mother] [4975] After a swift struggle of tongues Mr. Holohan hobbled out in haste.
[A Mother] [4976] The room was silent. When the strain of the silence had become
[A Mother] [4983] his head and began to count the links of the gold chain which was
[A Mother] [5000] was a pause of a few seconds: and then the piano was heard.
[A Mother] [5002] The first part of the concert was very successful except for Madam
[A Mother] [5004] voice, with all the old-fashioned mannerisms of intonation and
[A Mother] [5007] and the cheaper parts of the hall made fun of her high wailing
[A Mother] [5009] house. Kathleen played a selection of Irish airs which was
[A Mother] [5015] All this time the dressing-room was a hive of excitement. In one
[A Mother] [5016] corner were Mr. Holohan, Mr. Fitzpatrick, Miss Beirne, two of the
[A Mother] [5021] think of Mrs. Kearney's conduct. He did not like to say anything.
[A Mother] [5030] In another corner of the room were Mrs. Kearney and he: husband,
[A Mother] [5041] farthing she would make Dublin ring. Of course she was sorry for
[A Mother] [5042] the sake of the artistes. But what else could she do? She appealed
[A Mother] [5046] great friend of Kathleen's and the Kearneys had often invited her to
[A Mother] [5070] You might have some sense of decency," said Mr. Holohan.
[A Mother] [5084] everyone approved of what the committee had done. She stood at
[A Mother] [5092] notes of the song struck her ear, she caught up her daughter's cloak
[Grace] [5118] of the stairs down which he had fallen. They succeeded in turning
[Grace] [5120] smeared with the filth and ooze of the floor on which he had lain,
[Grace] [5122] grunting noise. A thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of
[Grace] [5125] These two gentlemen and one of the curates carried him up the
[Grace] [5126] stairs and laid him down again on the floor of the bar. In two
[Grace] [5127] minutes he was surrounded by a ring of men. The manager of the
[Grace] [5129] knew who he was but one of the curates said he had served the
[Grace] [5142] The ring of onlookers distended and closed again elastically. A
[Grace] [5143] dark medal of blood had formed itself near the man's head on the
[Grace] [5144] tessellated floor. The manager, alarmed by the grey pallor of the
[Grace] [5148] for an instant, sighed and closed them again. One of gentlemen
[Grace] [5151] man was or where had his friends gone. The door of the bar
[Grace] [5161] licked the lead of his pencil and made ready to indite. He asked in
[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] [5181] hospital and some of the bystanders gave advice. The battered silk
[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] [5193] being debated a tall agile gentleman of fair complexion, wearing a
[Grace] [5194] long yellow ulster, came from the far end of the bar. Seeing the
[Grace] [5230] to inspect the scene of the accident. They agreed that the
[Grace] [5232] to the counter and a curate set about removing the traces of blood
[Grace] [5254] hit them, blowing from the mouth of the river. Mr. Kernan was
[Grace] [5262] The other leaned over the well of the car and peered into Mr.
[Grace] [5264] sheltering it in the shell of his hands, peered again into the mouth
[Grace] [5265] which Mr. Kernan opened obediently. The swaying movement of
[Grace] [5268] minute piece of the tongue seemed to have been bitten off. The
[Grace] [5274] the collar of his filthy coat across his neck.
[Grace] [5276] Mr. Kernan was a commercial traveller of the old school which
[Grace] [5277] believed in the dignity of its calling. He had never been seen in the
[Grace] [5278] city without a silk hat of some decency and a pair of gaiters. By
[Grace] [5279] grace of these two articles of clothing, he said, a man could always
[Grace] [5280] pass muster. He carried on the tradition of his Napoleon, the great
[Grace] [5283] to allow him a little office in Crowe Street, on the window blind of
[Grace] [5284] which was written the name of his firm with the address--London,
[Grace] [5285] E. C. On the mantelpiece of this little office a little leaden
[Grace] [5286] battalion of canisters was drawn up and on the table before the
[Grace] [5288] full of a black liquid. From these bowls Mr. Kernan tasted tea. He
[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] [5295] was mitigated by the fact that certain of those friends who had
[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] [5304] two girls and a boy, conscious of their father helplessness and of
[Grace] [5311] alls of it. He's been drinking since Friday."
[Grace] [5319] "O, you needn't tell me that, Mr. Power. I know you're a friend of
[Grace] [5320] his, not like some of the others he does be with. They're all right so
[Grace] [5337] a new leaf. I'll talk to Martin. He's the man. We'll come here one of
[Grace] [5343] "It's very kind of you to bring him home," she said.
[Grace] [5349] "We'll make a new man of him," he said. "Good-night, Mrs.
[Grace] [5357] Mrs. Kernan's puzzled eyes watched the car till it was out of sight.
[Grace] [5361] She was an active, practical woman of middle age. Not long before
[Grace] [5364] accompaniment. In her days of courtship, Mr. Kernan had seemed
[Grace] [5367] recalled with vivid pleasure how she had passed out of the Star of
[Grace] [5368] the Sea Church in Sandymount, leaning on the arm of a jovial
[Grace] [5373] unbearable, she had become a mother. The part of mother
[Grace] [5383] his frequent intemperance as part of the climate, healed him
[Grace] [5387] the end of Thomas Street and back again to book even a small
[Grace] [5391] to his bedroom, the air of which was impregnated with a personal
[Grace] [5393] occasional stinging pain of which had made him somewhat
[Grace] [5397] disorder of the room, but at the same time looked at them a little
[Grace] [5400] He was quite unconscious that he was the victim of a plot which
[Grace] [5404] Mr. Kernan came of Protestant stock and, though he had been
[Grace] [5405] converted to the Catholic faith at the time of his marriage, he had
[Grace] [5406] not been in the pale of the Church for twenty years. He was fond,
[Grace] [5407] moreover, of giving side-thrusts at Catholicism.
[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] [5420] brief immersions in the waters of general philosophy. He was well
[Grace] [5428] After a quarter of a century of married life, she had very few
[Grace] [5430] man of her husband's age would not change greatly before death.
[Grace] [5438] of all Catholic devotions and approved of the sacraments. Her faith
[Grace] [5442] The gentlemen began to talk of the accident. Mr. Cunningham said
[Grace] [5443] that he had once known a similar case. A man of seventy had
[Grace] [5444] bitten off a piece of his tongue during an epileptic fit and the
[Grace] [5445] tongue had filled in again, so that no one could see a trace of 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] [5461] commission, a private inquiry agent, a clerk in the office of the
[Grace] [5481] with an air of challenge. Mr. Cunningham nodded his head rapidly
[Grace] [5504] was known that the speaker had secret sources of information. In
[Grace] [5506] sometimes formed one of a little detachment which left the city
[Grace] [5507] shortly after noon on Sunday with the purpose of arriving as soon
[Grace] [5508] as possible at some public-house on the outskirts of the city where
[Grace] [5511] He had begun life as an obscure financier by lending small sums of
[Grace] [5513] the partner of a very fat, short gentleman, Mr. Goldberg, in the
[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] [5523] He wished the details of the incident to remain vague. He wished
[Grace] [5536] "O, only for him," said Mr. Power, "it might have been a case of
[Grace] [5537] seven days, without the option of a fine."
[Grace] [5550] Mr. Power did not relish the use of his Christian name. He was not
[Grace] [5552] made a crusade in search of valises and portmanteaus to enable
[Grace] [5555] such low playing of the game. He answered the question,
[Grace] [5559] conscious of his citizenship, wished to live with his city on terms
[Grace] [5571] He assumed a thick, provincial accent and said in a tone of
[Grace] [5587] "At dinner, you know. Then he has a bloody big bowl of cabbage
[Grace] [5589] takes up a wad of cabbage on the spoon and pegs it across the
[Grace] [5594] still. He talked of writing a letter to the papers.
[Grace] [5597] people. I needn't tell you, Martin, what kind of men they are."
[Grace] [5622] "O, you! The back of my hand to you!" said Mrs. Kernan tartly.
[Grace] [5628] He assumed such a comical face and voice that the distribution of
[Grace] [5629] the bottles of stout took place amid general merriment.
[Grace] [5678] "You see, we may as well all admit we're a nice collection of
[Grace] [5694] "Good idea," said Mr. Power. "The four of us together."
[Grace] [5700] conversation for a long while, but listened, with an air of calm
[Grace] [5703] "I haven't such a bad opinion of the Jesuits," he said, intervening at
[Grace] [5707] Cunningham, with enthusiasm. "The General of the Jesuits stands
[Grace] [5714] "The Jesuits are a fine body of men," said Mr. Power.
[Grace] [5717] Order. Every other order of the Church had to be reformed at some
[Grace] [5730] "Of course," said Mr. Power.
[Grace] [5733] some of those secular priests, ignorant, bumptious----"
[Grace] [5740] "Not like some of the other priesthoods on the continent," said Mr.
[Grace] [5741] M'Coy, "unworthy of the name."
[Grace] [5745] "Of course I'm right," said Mr. Cunningham. "I haven't been in the
[Grace] [5746] world all this time and seen most sides of it without being a judge
[Grace] [5747] of character."
[Grace] [5751] impressed. He had a high opinion of Mr. Cunningham as a judge
[Grace] [5752] of character and as a reader of faces. He asked for particulars.
[Grace] [5762] "Fine, jolly fellow! He's a man of the world like ourselves."
[Grace] [5770] "Munno.... It's not exactly a sermon, you know. It's just kind of a
[Grace] [5783] "And yet they say he wasn't much of a theologian," said Mr
[Grace] [5788] "O, of course, nothing wrong, you know. Only sometimes, they
[Grace] [5793] "I heard him once," Mr. Kernan continued. "I forget the subject of
[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] [5802] hadn't he a voice! The Prisoner of the Vatican, he called him. I
[Grace] [5814] be crowds of Protestants in the chapel where Father Tom was
[Grace] [5824] mother of God."
[Grace] [5826] "But, of course," said Mr. Cunningham quietly and effectively,
[Grace] [5829] "Not a doubt of it," said Mr. Kernan warmly.
[Grace] [5831] Mrs. Kernan came to the door of the bedroom and announced:
[Grace] [5841] A pale, oval face came forward into the light. The arch of its fair
[Grace] [5848] ingratiate him with the housewives of the district. He bore himself
[Grace] [5852] Mr. Fogarty brought a gift with him, a half-pint of special whisky.
[Grace] [5862] measures of whisky were poured out. This new influence
[Grace] [5863] enlivened the conversation. Mr. Fogarty, sitting on a small area of
[Grace] [5866] "Pope Leo XIII," said Mr. Cunningham, "was one of the lights of
[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] [5870] "I often heard he was one of the most intellectual men in Europe,"
[Grace] [5905] with a sod of turf under his oxter," said Mr. Kernan sententiously.
[Grace] [5906] "The old system was the best: plain honest education. None of
[Grace] [5915] "I remember reading," said Mr. Cunningham, "that one of Pope
[Grace] [5916] Leo's poems was on the invention of the photograph--in Latin, of
[Grace] [5926] wonderful when you come to think of it?"
[Grace] [5928] "O, of course," said Mr. Power, "great minds can see things."
[Grace] [5937] "Tell me, Martin," he said. "Weren't some of the popes--of
[Grace] [5938] course, not our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the
[Grace] [5943] "O, of course, there were some bad lots... But the astonishing thing
[Grace] [5944] is this. Not one of them, not the biggest drunkard, not the most...
[Grace] [5945] out-and-out ruffian, not one of them ever preached ex cathedra a
[Grace] [5946] word of false doctrine. Now isn't that an astonishing thing?"
[Grace] [5955] "O, I know about the infallibility of the Pope. I remember I was
[Grace] [5961] measure. The others accepted under protest. The light music of
[Grace] [5967] scene in the whole history of the Church."
[Grace] [5973] "In the sacred college, you know, of cardinals and archbishops and
[Grace] [5980] "And they were a German cardinal by the name of Dolling... or
[Grace] [5989] "What?" cried Mr. Kernan. "Is it John of Tuam?"
[Grace] [5991] "Are you sure of that now?" asked Mr. Fogarty dubiously. "I
[Grace] [5994] "John of Tuam," repeated Mr. Cunningham, "was the man."
[Grace] [6000] archbishops from all the ends of the earth and these two fighting
[Grace] [6002] infallibility a dogma of the Church ex cathedra. On the very
[Grace] [6004] it, stood up and shouted out with the voice of a lion: 'Credo!'"
[Grace] [6015] Mr. Cunningham's words had built up the vast image of the church
[Grace] [6016] in the minds of his hearers. His deep, raucous voice had thrilled
[Grace] [6017] them as it uttered the word of belief and submission. When Mrs.
[Grace] [6020] the rail at the foot of the bed.
[Grace] [6031] "It was at the unveiling of Sir John Gray's statue. Edmund Dwyer
[Grace] [6043] "None of the Grays was any good," said Mr. Power.
[Grace] [6066] I'll just tell him my little tale of woe. I'm not such a bad fellow----"
[Grace] [6098] "I bar the candles," said Mr. Kernan, conscious of having created
[Grace] [6113] The transept of the Jesuit Church in Gardiner Street was almost
[Grace] [6117] were all well dressed and orderly. The light of the lamps of the
[Grace] [6118] church fell upon an assembly of black clothes and white collars,
[Grace] [6119] relieved here and there by tweeds, on dark mottled pillars of green
[Grace] [6123] formally at the distant speck of red light which was suspended
[Grace] [6126] In one of the benches near the pulpit sat Mr. Cunningham and Mr.
[Grace] [6130] when the party had settled down in the form of a quincunx, he had
[Grace] [6132] well received, he had desisted. Even he was sensible of the
[Grace] [6136] off, and to Mr. Fanning, the registration agent and mayor maker of
[Grace] [6138] of the newly elected councillors of the ward. To the right sat old
[Grace] [6139] Michael Grimes, the owner of three pawnbroker's shops, and Dan
[Grace] [6141] office. Farther in front sat Mr. Hendrick, the chief reporter of The
[Grace] [6142] Freeman's Journal, and poor O'Carroll, an old friend of Mr.
[Grace] [6147] his cuffs with one hand while he held the brim of his hat lightly,
[Grace] [6150] A powerful-looking figure, the upper part of which was draped
[Grace] [6155] upright in the pulpit, two-thirds of its bulk, crowned by a massive
[Grace] [6158] Father Purdon knelt down, turned towards the red speck of light
[Grace] [6163] preacher. The preacher turned back each wide sleeve of his
[Grace] [6165] array of faces. Then he said:
[Grace] [6167] "For the children of this world are wiser in their generation than
[Grace] [6168] the children of light. Wherefore make unto yourselves friends out
[Grace] [6169] of the mammon of iniquity so that when you die they may receive
[Grace] [6173] one of the most difficult texts in all the Scriptures, he said, to
[Grace] [6177] specially adapted for the guidance of those whose lot it was to lead
[Grace] [6178] the life of the world and who yet wished to lead that life not in the
[Grace] [6179] manner of worldlings. It was a text for business men and
[Grace] [6180] professional men. Jesus Christ with His divine understanding of
[Grace] [6181] every cranny of our human nature, understood that all men were
[Grace] [6184] and in this sentence He designed to give them a word of counsel,
[Grace] [6186] worshippers of Mammon who were of all men the least solicitous
[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] [6198] failings, understood the weakness of our poor fallen nature,
[Grace] [6199] understood the temptations of this life. We might have had, we all
[Grace] [6201] our failings. But one thing only, he said, he would ask of his
[The Dead] [6222] Miss Julia had thought of that and had converted the bathroom
[The Dead] [6225] other to the head of the stairs, peering down over the banisters and
[The Dead] [6229] Everybody who knew them came to it, members of the family, old
[The Dead] [6230] friends of the family, the members of Julia's choir, any of Kate's
[The Dead] [6231] pupils that were grown up enough, and even some of Mary Jane's
[The Dead] [6234] since Kate and Julia, after the death of their brother Pat, had left
[The Dead] [6237] upper part of which they had rented from Mr. Fulham, the
[The Dead] [6240] was now the main prop of the household, for she had the organ in
[The Dead] [6242] pupils' concert every year in the upper room of the Antient Concert
[The Dead] [6243] Rooms. Many of her pupils belonged to the better-class families on
[The Dead] [6250] believed in eating well; the best of everything: diamond-bone
[The Dead] [6256] Of course, they had good reason to be fussy on such a night. And
[The Dead] [6257] then it was long after ten o'clock and yet there was no sign of
[The Dead] [6260] worlds that any of Mary Jane's pupils should see him under the
[The Dead] [6275] Lily led his wife to the foot of the stairs and called out:
[The Dead] [6279] Kate and Julia came toddling down the dark stairs at once. Both of
[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] [6291] snow-stiffened frieze, a cold, fragrant air from out-of-doors
[The Dead] [6303] "Yes, Lily," he answered, "and I think we're in for a night of it."
[The Dead] [6306] stamping and shuffling of feet on the floor above, listened for a
[The Dead] [6308] his overcoat carefully at the end of a shelf.
[The Dead] [6316] wedding one of these fine days with your young man, eh? "
[The Dead] [6322] of you."
[The Dead] [6328] He was a stout, tallish young man. The high colour of his cheeks
[The Dead] [6330] few formless patches of pale red; and on his hairless face there
[The Dead] [6331] scintillated restlessly the polished lenses and the bright gilt rims of
[The Dead] [6358] shuffling of feet. He was still discomposed by the girl's bitter and
[The Dead] [6360] by arranging his cuffs and the bows of his tie. He then took from
[The Dead] [6363] Robert Browning, for he feared they would be above the heads of
[The Dead] [6366] clacking of the men's heels and the shuffling of their soles
[The Dead] [6367] reminded him that their grade of culture differed from his. He
[The Dead] [6375] Just then his aunts and his wife came out of the ladies'
[The Dead] [6378] low over the tops of her ears, was grey; and grey also, with darker
[The Dead] [6381] appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where
[The Dead] [6388] the son of their dead elder sister, Ellen, who had married T. J.
[The Dead] [6389] Conroy of the Port and Docks.
[The Dead] [6394] "No," said Gabriel, turning to his wife, "we had quite enough of
[The Dead] [6396] cold Gretta got out of it? Cab windows rattling all the way, and the
[The Dead] [6413] poor child! And she simply hates the sight of it!... O, but you'll
[The Dead] [6416] She broke out into a peal of laughter and glanced at her husband,
[The Dead] [6447] because she says the word reminds her of Christy Minstrels."
[The Dead] [6449] "But tell me, Gabriel," said Aunt Kate, with brisk tact. "Of course,
[The Dead] [6478] At the same moment a clapping of hands and a final flourish of the
[The Dead] [6507] Miss Morkan, the reason they are so fond of me is----"
[The Dead] [6510] of earshot, at once led the three young ladies into the back room.
[The Dead] [6511] The middle of the room was occupied by two square tables placed
[The Dead] [6514] arrayed dishes and plates, and glasses and bundles of knives and
[The Dead] [6515] forks and spoons. The top of the closed square piano served also as
[The Dead] [6521] took anything strong, he opened three bottles of lemonade for
[The Dead] [6522] them. Then he asked one of the young men to move aside, and,
[The Dead] [6523] taking hold of the decanter, filled out for himself a goodly measure
[The Dead] [6524] of whisky. The young men eyed him respectfully while he took a
[The Dead] [6531] bodies to and fro, with nervous jerks of their shoulders. The
[The Dead] [6535] of the kind."
[The Dead] [6537] Mr. Browne took another sip of his whisky and said, with sidling
[The Dead] [6547] who was one of Mary Jane's pupils, asked Miss Daly what was the
[The Dead] [6548] name of the pretty waltz she had played; and Mr. Browne, seeing
[The Dead] [6571] two dances, but really we're so short of ladies tonight."
[The Dead] [6588] Julia, who was carrying in a column of table-napkins, turned to her
[The Dead] [6594] Malins across the landing. The latter, a young man of about forty,
[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] [6608] seemed an offhand fashion by reason of the habitual catch in his
[The Dead] [6629] "Now, then, Teddy, I'm going to fill you out a good glass of
[The Dead] [6632] Freddy Malins, who was nearing the climax of his story, waved the
[The Dead] [6635] him a full glass of lemonade. Freddy Malins' left hand accepted the
[The Dead] [6637] mechanical readjustment of his dress. Mr.