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"Are you sure now she didn't say she'd be the better of another coat?" "She might then, some time that I wouldn't be paying much attention to what she said. I'm a terrible one to disremember things anyway." "You'd better do it then," said Sweeny. "There's plenty of the same paint you had before in Brannigan's, and it will do the boat no harm to get a lick with it."
Peter Walsh made quite sure that there was nothing which called for comment or investigation in the appearance of any of these. Then he lit his pipe and took his seat on one of the windows of Brannigan's shop. Four out of the six habitués of this meeting place were already seated. Peter Walsh made the fifth. The sixth man had not yet arrived.
"Now, Katie, get us some cold water, quick," said he, turning to the little girl, who watched him with wondering eyes. As if glad to get out of the room, she sped away, and presently returned with a tin of water, with which Mr. McMaster tenderly bathed Mrs. Brannigan's forehead, and soon the poor sufferer recovered consciousness. Mr.
"Twelve o'clock," said Peter Walsh. "Patsy," said Sweeny, "let you take Brannigan's old punt and go down as far as the stone perch to try can you see Joseph Antony Kinsella coming in." Patsy the smith was in a condition of great physical misery; but the occasion demanded energy and self-sacrifice.
"Brannigan's wasn't open when we started." "The principle is just the same," said Miss Rutherford. "Whatever food you have is sure to be refreshingly unusual." The Tortoise lay absolutely becalmed. The ebbing tide carried her slowly past Inishbawn towards the deep passage between the end of the breakwater of boulders and the point on which the lighthouse stands.
Peter Walsh slid off the window sill of Brannigan's shop and took a long look at the sky. Having satisfied himself that its appearance was very much what he expected he walked down the quay to the place where Kinsella was sitting. "It's a fine evening," he said. "It is," said Kinsella, "as fine an evening as you'd see, thanks be to God."
Rose is the only one in the house I can really depend on. She hates Aunt Juliet like poison ever since that time she had the bad tooth. We can pick up some biscuits and things at Brannigan's as we pass.
Far down to leeward another boat was slipping across the roads towards the south. She had an old stained jib and an obtrusively new mainsail which shone dazzlingly white in the sun. Priscilla watched her with idle interest for some time. Then she announced that she was Flanagan's new boat. "He bought the calico for the sail at Brannigan's," she said, "and made it himself. Peter Walsh told me that.
McMaster looked into Brannigan's fiery face, and asked, sternly, as he pointed to the insensible woman lying between them: "Is that your work?" The giant quailed before the fearless, condemning glance of the man who seemed like a pigmy beside him.
He keeps a particularly fine kind, very strong. You have a delicious chilly feeling on your tongue when you draw in your breath after eating them. But Brannigan's is the only place where you get them really good." "I forget the name of the shop, but I think it must have been Brannigan's. The man advised me to buy them the moment he heard you were to be of the party. He evidently knew your tastes.
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