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And he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the table that was older than any of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the one emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full gently. But, said he, or it be long too she will bring forth by God His bounty and have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long.
At length he got tip and was about to go, when he said to Letty Lenehan: "Ah, thin, Letty, afore I go I'd give a trifle that Miss Julia 'ud see a bracelet I got since I was here last; divil sich a beauty ever was seen." "Very well, Cannie, I'll tell her if you wish." "Then, Letty, may it rain honeycombs an you, an' do.
"No, thin," replied Mogue, brightening up with excessive vanity, "may I be happy if I do!" "Why, our fair friend, Letty Lenehan begad, Mogue, she's a purty girl that says she to herself," proceeded the pedlar; "for I don't think she knew or thought I heard her 'If I thought he would like these rib-bons, I'd buy them for myself. 'Who do you mane, acushla? says I, whisperin' to her.
Fine! Myles Crawford said at once. The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke said. You like it? J. J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying: Muchibus thankibus.
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.
Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. One of those manholes like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it, half choked with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky's vest and all, with the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope round the poor devil and the two were hauled up.
He was meditating over these things then that morning, when Widow Lenehan, of whom, mention has already been made, a religious woman, and notwithstanding her name, a member of the congregation to which he belonged, entered his office, accompanied by her brother. "Ah, Mrs. Lenehan, how do you do? and my friend Palmer, I hope I see you well!" "Pretty well, Mr.
"The exact hour, my dear friend and pray be punctual and my friend Palmer my dear friend, will you confer a great, an important favor on me? and you, Mrs. Lenehan, for you can?" "What is it?" said Palmer. "When at family worship think of me. If I am what the world begins to say I am, oh! do not I require, and stand in need of your prayers, and most earnest supplications yea, Mrs.
Mr O'Madden Burke asked. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug, metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry. That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour say ay, Lenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To which particular boosing shed?... My casting vote is: Mooney's!
A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! 'Tis a merry rogue. So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom. Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans. Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? That's so, says Martin. Or so they allege. Who made those allegations? says Alf. I, says Joe. I'm the alligator.
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