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"
One
night
,
man
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
was
going
along
Dame
Street
and
I
spotted
a
fine
tart
under
Waterhouse
's
clock
and
said
good-night
,
you
know
.
So
we
went
for
a
walk
round
by
the
canal
and
she
told
me
she
was
a
slavey
in
a
house
in
Baggot
Street
.
I
put
my
arm
round
her
and
squeezed
her
a
bit
that
night
.
Then
next
Sunday
,
man
,
I
met
her
by
appointment
.
We
vent
out
to
Donnybrook
and
I
brought
her
into
a
field
there
.
She
told
me
she
used
to
go
with
a
dairyman
...
.
It
was
fine
,
man
.
Cigarettes
every
night
she
'd
bring
me
and
paying
the
tram
out
and
back
.
And
one
night
she
brought
me
two
bloody
fine
cigars
--
O
,
the
real
cheese
,
you
know
,
that
the
old
fellow
used
to
smoke
...
.
I
was
afraid
,
man
,
she
'd
get
in
the
family
way
.
But
she
's
up
to
the
dodge
.
"
"
Maybe
she
thinks
you
'll
marry
her
,
"
said
Lenehan
.
"
I
told
her
I
was
out
of
a
job
,
"
said
Corley
.
"
I
told
her
I
was
in
Pim
's
.
She
does
n't
know
my
name
.
I
was
too
hairy
to
tell
her
that
.
But
she
thinks
I
'm
a
bit
of
class
,
you
know
.
"
Lenehan
laughed
again
,
noiselessly
.
"
Of
all
the
good
ones
ever
I
heard
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
emphatically
takes
the
biscuit
.
"
Corley
's
stride
acknowledged
the
compliment
.
The
swing
of
his
burly
body
made
his
friend
execute
a
few
light
skips
from
the
path
to
the
roadway
and
back
again
.
Corley
was
the
son
of
an
inspector
of
police
and
he
had
inherited
his
father
's
frame
and
gut
.
He
walked
with
his
hands
by
his
sides
,
holding
himself
erect
and
swaying
his
head
from
side
to
side
.
His
head
was
large
,
globular
and
oily
;
it
sweated
in
all
weathers
;
and
his
large
round
hat
,
set
upon
it
sideways
,
looked
like
a
bulb
which
had
grown
out
of
another
.
He
always
stared
straight
before
him
as
if
he
were
on
parade
and
,
when
he
wished
to
gaze
after
someone
in
the
street
,
it
was
necessary
for
him
to
move
his
body
from
the
hips
.
At
present
he
was
about
town
.
Whenever
any
job
was
vacant
a
friend
was
always
ready
to
give
him
the
hard
word
.
He
was
often
to
be
seen
walking
with
policemen
in
plain
clothes
,
talking
earnestly
.
He
knew
the
inner
side
of
all
affairs
and
was
fond
of
delivering
final
judgments
.
He
spoke
without
listening
to
the
speech
of
his
companions
.
His
conversation
was
mainly
about
himself
what
he
had
said
to
such
a
person
and
what
such
a
person
had
said
to
him
and
what
he
had
said
to
settle
the
matter
.
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
.
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
?
"
