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Baker had arrived, and her two daughters; but I had no time to wonder at Milly's coming, for behind me entered Mrs. Van Dam and then, among a group of strangers, I noticed Hynes.
"He was the only man that could keep that bag of cats in order. 'Down, ye dogs! Lie down, ye curs! That's the way he treated them. Come in, Joe! Come in!" he called out, catching sight of Mr. Hynes in the doorway. Mr. Hynes came in slowly. "Open another bottle of stout, Jack," said Mr. Henchy. "O, I forgot there's no corkscrew! Here, show me one here and I'll put it at the fire."
No: coming to me. I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your christian name? I'm not sure. L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M'Coy's name too. He asked me to. Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the Freeman once. So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good idea a postmortem for doctors.
On receiving information that no crossing had been effected elsewhere, he sent word to have transportation furnished immediately; and about ten o'clock P.M. Capt. Hynes came from Buffalo and informed him that arrangements had been made to recross the river.
"To tell you my private and candid opinion," he said, "I think he's a man from the other camp. He's a spy of Colgan's, if you ask me. Just go round and try and find out how they're getting on. They won't suspect you. Do you twig?" "Ah, poor Joe is a decent skin," said Mr. O'Connor. "His father was a decent, respectable man," Mr. Henchy admitted. "Poor old Larry Hynes!
"It is because Colgan's a working man you say that? What's the difference between a good honest bricklayer and a publican eh? Hasn't the working-man as good a right to be in the Corporation as anyone else ay, and a better right than those shoneens that are always hat in hand before any fellow with a handle to his name? Isn't that so, Mat?" said Mr. Hynes, addressing Mr. O'Connor.
The guests had just begun dinner and were drinking a toast to the health of their host when the storm swept the house away. All the party succeeded in getting out with minor injuries, except a grandchild, who was internally injured. "The party had just begun dinner," said Mr. Hynes. "The young people were making merry and, old as I am, I had entered into the spirit.
I believe it's just one of your jokes," sputtered Aunt. "Nelly, dear, turn slowly round." She had dropped on her knees beside me, busy with pins and folds, and Joy was lisping the caution, born perhaps of experience, "Don't you thoil it, Cothin Nelly, or Nurthey'll vip you," when Milly came into the library; and with her was Mr. Hynes. "Lovely! Isn't it, Ned?" cried Milly. "It's for to-morrow."
MacAdam could not or would not speak, others were not so reticent, and once in the neighbourhood the state of things was made plainly evident. The road from Ennis to Bodyke is dull and dreary, and abounds with painful memories. Half-an-hour out you reach the house, or what remains of it, of Francis Hynes, who was hanged for shooting a man. A little further and you reach the place where Mr.
Mr. Hynes scarcely glanced at the dress, then looked away again, with indifference that somehow hurt me. "Very pretty," he said languidly. "Classic, isn't it? By the way, Judge, I think you'd be interested " And then he began to tell Judge Baker about some horrid auction sale of old books! I was surprised. I couldn't account for it.
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