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"Right!" said Lenehan. Corley had already thrown one leg over the chains when Lenehan called out: "And after? Where will we meet?" "Half ten," answered Corley, bringing over his other leg. "Where?" "Corner of Merrion Street. We'll be coming back." "Work it all right now," said Lenehan in farewell. Corley did not answer. He sauntered across the road swaying his head from side to side.
And he presented me with some grave phrases commendatory of my general character, addressing the child as "Mister Swift"; whereupon Mister Swift gave me a ghostly little hand and professed himself glad to meet me. "And besides me," he added, to Beasley, "there's Bill Hammersley and Mr. Corley Linbridge."
He watched earnestly the passing of the grey web of twilight across its face. At length he said: "Well... tell me, Corley, I suppose you'll be able to pull it off all right, eh?" Corley closed one eye expressively as an answer. "Is she game for that?" asked Lenehan dubiously. "You can never know women." "She's all right," said Corley. "I know the way to get around her, man.
Corley glanced sideways at his friend and an unpleasant grin appeared on his face. "Are you trying to get inside me?" he asked. "Damn it!" said Lenehan boldly, "I don't want an introduction. All I want is to have a look at her. I'm not going to eat her." "O... A look at her?" said Corley, more amiably. "Well... I'll tell you what. I'll go over and talk to her and you can pass by."
Lenehan ran after him, settling the waterproof on his shoulders with one hand. "Hallo, Corley!" he cried again. He came level with his friend and looked keenly in his face. He could see nothing there. "Well?" he said. "Did it come off?" They had reached the corner of Ely Place. Still without answering, Corley swerved to the left and went up the side street.
When he reported these dialogues he aspirated the first letter of his name after the manner of Florentines. Lenehan offered his friend a cigarette. As the two young men walked on through the crowd Corley occasionally turned to smile at some of the passing girls but Lenehan's gaze was fixed on the large faint moon circled with a double halo.
Corley Linbridge, and Master Hammersley: You see before you to-night, my person, merely the representative of your real host. MISTER Swift. Mister Swift has expressed a wish that there should be a speech, and has deputed me to make it. He requests that the subject he has assigned me should be treated in as dignified a manner as is possible considering the orator.
His features were composed in stern calm. Lenehan kept up with his friend, breathing uneasily. He was baffled and a note of menace pierced through his voice. "Can't you tell us?" he said. "Did you try her?" Corley halted at the first lamp and stared grimly before him. Then with a grave gesture he extended a hand towards the light and, smiling, opened it slowly to the gaze of his disciple.
I keyed again as I moved on toward the lift at the end of the corridor, glancing back as I went. "Corley, Mac Williams, and Reardon have been shot for mutiny in the face of the enemy," I said. "Let's hope they're the last to insist on my enforcing the death penalty." Behind me, at the far end of the corridor, men appeared again.
He set off briskly along the northern side of the Green hurrying for fear Corley should return too soon. When he reached the corner of Merrion Street he took his stand in the shadow of a lamp and brought out one of the cigarettes which he had reserved and lit it. He leaned against the lamp-post and kept his gaze fixed on the part from which he expected to see Corley and the young woman return.
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