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He apologised to his guests for the disorder of the room, but at the same time looked at them a little proudly, with a veteran's pride. He was quite unconscious that he was the victim of a plot which his friends, Mr. Cunningham, Mr. M'Coy and Mr. Power had disclosed to Mrs. Kernan in the parlour. The idea been Mr. Power's, but its development was entrusted to Mr. Cunningham. Mr.
But M'Coy kept so good a look out, that he surprised and killed the captain and twenty of his men. The rest, by giving good `leg bail', made their escape. Young M'Coy fought by the side of his father in this and many other rencontres, in one of which he had the great good fortune to save his father's life.
"Get behind me, Satan!" said Mr. Fogarty, laughing and looking at the others. Mr. Power said nothing. He felt completely out-generalled. But a pleased expression flickered across his face. "All we have to do," said Mr. Cunningham, "is to stand up with lighted candles in our hands and renew our baptismal vows." "O, don't forget the candle, Tom," said Mr. M'Coy, "whatever you do." "What?" said Mr.
The act of a hero, he said. At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street. This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price. What's the time by your gold watch and chain? M'Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses' sombre office, then at O'Neill's clock. After three, he said. Who's riding her?
His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., made obeisance unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich advowsons. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the carriages go by.
Struck me as very well put." "There's a good deal in that," said Mr. Power. "There used always be crowds of Protestants in the chapel where Father Tom was preaching." "There's not much difference between us," said Mr. M'Coy. "We both believe in " He hesitated for a moment. "... in the Redeemer. Only they don't believe in the Pope and in the mother of God." "But, of course," said Mr.
Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow. He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses!
The gentlemen drank from their glasses, set the glasses again on the table and paused. Then Mr. Cunningham turned towards Mr. Power and said casually: "On Thursday night, you said, Jack." "Thursday, yes," said Mr. Power. "Righto!" said Mr. Cunningham promptly. "We can meet in M'Auley's," said Mr. M'Coy. "That'll be the most convenient place." "But we mustn't be late," said Mr.
Women will pay a lot of heed, I don't think. His fingers drew forth the letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something pinned on: photo perhaps. Hair? No. M'Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company when you. Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to? Hello, M'Coy. Nowhere in particular. How's the body? Fine. How are you? Just keeping alive, M'Coy said.
Cunningham. "That's history." "Look at their church, too," said Mr. Power. "Look at the congregation they have." "The Jesuits cater for the upper classes," said Mr. M'Coy. "Of course," said Mr. Power. "Yes," said Mr. Kernan. "That's why I have a feeling for them. It's some of those secular priests, ignorant, bumptious " "They're all good men," said Mr. Cunningham, "each in his own way.
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