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— Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech.



And off with him and out trying to walk straight. Boosed at five o'clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby, 14 A. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking against the catholic religion and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and the old testament, and hugging and smugging. And the two shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody fool, and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. How is your testament? Have you got an old testament? Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you what. Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel, with her patent boots on her, no less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. Jack Mooney's sister. And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him.



So Terry brought the three pints.



— Here, says Joe, doing the honours. Here, citizen.



— Slan leat, says he.



— Fortune, Joe, says I. Good health, citizen.



Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks.



— Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.



— Friend of yours, says Alf.



— Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?



— I won't mention any names, says Alf.



— I thought so, says Joe. I saw him up at that meeting now with William Field, M.P., the cattle traders.



— Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

Hairy Iopas


So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen sending them all

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