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He
came
level
with
his
friend
and
looked
keenly
in
his
face
.
He
could
see
nothing
there
.
"
Well
?
"
he
said
.
"
Did
it
come
off
?
"
They
had
reached
the
corner
of
Ely
Place
.
Still
without
answering
,
Corley
swerved
to
the
left
and
went
up
the
side
street
.
His
features
were
composed
in
stern
calm
.
Lenehan
kept
up
with
his
friend
,
breathing
uneasily
.
He
was
baffled
and
a
note
of
menace
pierced
through
his
voice
.
"
Ca
n't
you
tell
us
?
"
he
said
.
"
Did
you
try
her
?
"
Corley
halted
at
the
first
lamp
and
stared
grimly
before
him
.
Then
with
a
grave
gesture
he
extended
a
hand
towards
the
light
and
,
smiling
,
opened
it
slowly
to
the
gaze
of
his
disciple
.
A
small
gold
coin
shone
in
the
palm
.
Mrs.
Mooney
was
a
butcher
's
daughter
.
She
was
a
woman
who
was
quite
able
to
keep
things
to
herself
:
a
determined
woman
.
She
had
married
her
father
's
foreman
and
opened
a
butcher
's
shop
near
Spring
Gardens
.
But
as
soon
as
his
father-in-law
was
dead
Mr.
Mooney
began
to
go
to
the
devil
.
He
drank
,
plundered
the
till
,
ran
headlong
into
debt
.
It
was
no
use
making
him
take
the
pledge
:
he
was
sure
to
break
out
again
a
few
days
after
.
By
fighting
his
wife
in
the
presence
of
customers
and
by
buying
bad
meat
he
ruined
his
business
.
One
night
he
went
for
his
wife
with
the
cleaver
and
she
had
to
sleep
a
neighbour
's
house
.
After
that
they
lived
apart
.
She
went
to
the
priest
and
got
a
separation
from
him
with
care
of
the
children
.
She
would
give
him
neither
money
nor
food
nor
house-room
;
and
so
he
was
obliged
to
enlist
himself
as
a
sheriff
's
man
.
He
was
a
shabby
stooped
little
drunkard
with
a
white
face
and
a
white
moustache
white
eyebrows
,
pencilled
above
his
little
eyes
,
which
were
veined
and
raw
;
and
all
day
long
he
sat
in
the
bailiff
's
room
,
waiting
to
be
put
on
a
job
.
Mrs.
Mooney
,
who
had
taken
what
remained
of
her
money
out
of
the
butcher
business
and
set
up
a
boarding
house
in
Hardwicke
Street
,
was
a
big
imposing
woman
.
Her
house
had
a
floating
population
made
up
of
tourists
from
Liverpool
and
the
Isle
of
Man
and
,
occasionally
,
artistes
from
the
music
halls
.
Its
resident
population
was
made
up
of
clerks
from
the
city
.
She
governed
the
house
cunningly
and
firmly
,
knew
when
to
give
credit
,
when
to
be
stern
and
when
to
let
things
pass
.
All
the
resident
young
men
spoke
of
her
as
The
Madam
.
Mrs.
Mooney
's
young
men
paid
fifteen
shillings
a
week
for
board
and
lodgings
(
beer
or
stout
at
dinner
excluded
)
.
They
shared
in
common
tastes
and
occupations
and
for
this
reason
they
were
very
chummy
with
one
another
.
They
discussed
with
one
another
the
chances
of
favourites
and
outsiders
.
Jack
Mooney
,
the
Madam
's
son
,
who
was
clerk
to
a
commission
agent
in
Fleet
Street
,
had
the
reputation
of
being
a
hard
case
.
He
was
fond
of
using
soldiers
'
obscenities
:
usually
he
came
home
in
the
small
hours
.
When
he
met
his
friends
he
had
always
a
good
one
to
tell
them
and
he
was
always
sure
to
be
on
to
a
good
thing-that
is
to
say
,
a
likely
horse
or
a
likely
artiste
.
He
was
also
handy
with
the
mits
and
sang
comic
songs
.
On
Sunday
nights
there
would
often
be
a
reunion
in
Mrs.
Mooney
's
front
drawing-room
.
The
music-hall
artistes
would
oblige
;
and
Sheridan
played
waltzes
and
polkas
and
vamped
accompaniments
.
Polly
Mooney
,
the
Madam
's
daughter
,
would
also
sing
.
She
sang
:
I
'm
a.
.
.
naughty
girl.You
need
n't
sham
:
You
know
I
am
.
