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Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to which we did ample justice. Fast and furious it was. After liquids came solids. Cold joints galore and mince pies... I know, M'Coy said. The year the missus was there... Lenehan linked his arm warmly. But wait till I tell you, he said.
At the head of some gallant friends, they fell in with a strong party of tories, near Brier creek, commanded by a British officer. As usual, an obstinate and bloody contest ensued. The combatants quickly coming to close quarters, M'Coy grappled with the officer; but not possessing strength equal to his courage, he was overpowered and thrown on the ground.
He moved to go. Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around. Yes, Mr Bloom said. Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral, will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would have to go down if the body is found.
The deceased gentleman was a most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise after a brief illness came as a great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The mourners included: Patk. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom, CP M'Coy, M'lntosh and several others.
Find out what they imagine they know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few ads. Charley, you're my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does no harm. I saw to that, M'Coy. Thanks, old chap: much obliged. Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing. And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was over there in the... He looked around.
Stepping into the porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again behind the leather headband. Damn it. I might have tried to work M'Coy for a pass to Mullingar. Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious.
M'Coy. "That's my opinion!" Mrs. Kernan entered the room and, placing a tray on the table, said: "Help yourselves, gentlemen." Mr. Power stood up to officiate, offering her his chair. She declined it, saying she was ironing downstairs, and, after having exchanged a nod with Mr. Cunningham behind Mr. Power's back, prepared to leave the room.
Cunningham. "O, I know about the infallibility of the Pope. I remember I was younger then.... Or was it that ?" Mr. Fogarty interrupted. He took up the bottle and helped the others to a little more. Mr. M'Coy, seeing that there was not enough to go round, pleaded that he had not finished his first measure. The others accepted under protest.
I know, M'Coy broke in. My missus sang there once. Did she? Lenehan said. A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street. He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh. But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were there.
"And yet they say he wasn't much of a theologian," said Mr Cunningham. "Is that so?" said Mr. M'Coy. "O, of course, nothing wrong, you know. Only sometimes, they say, he didn't preach what was quite orthodox." "Ah!... he was a splendid man," said Mr. M'Coy. "I heard him once," Mr. Kernan continued. "I forget the subject of his discourse now.
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