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The
old
man
distributed
the
three
bottles
which
he
had
opened
and
the
men
drank
from
them
simultaneously
.
After
having
drank
each
placed
his
bottle
on
the
mantelpiece
within
hand
's
reach
and
drew
in
a
long
breath
of
satisfaction
.
"
Well
,
I
did
a
good
day
's
work
today
,
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
,
after
a
pause
.
"
That
so
,
John
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
got
him
one
or
two
sure
things
in
Dawson
Street
,
Crofton
and
myself
.
Between
ourselves
,
you
know
,
Crofton
(
he
's
a
decent
chap
,
of
course
)
,
but
he
's
not
worth
a
damn
as
a
canvasser
.
He
has
n't
a
word
to
throw
to
a
dog
.
He
stands
and
looks
at
the
people
while
I
do
the
talking
.
"
Here
two
men
entered
the
room
.
One
of
them
was
a
very
fat
man
whose
blue
serge
clothes
seemed
to
be
in
danger
of
falling
from
his
sloping
figure
.
He
had
a
big
face
which
resembled
a
young
ox
's
face
in
expression
,
staring
blue
eyes
and
a
grizzled
moustache
.
The
other
man
,
who
was
much
younger
and
frailer
,
had
a
thin
,
clean-shaven
face
.
He
wore
a
very
high
double
collar
and
a
wide-brimmed
bowler
hat
.
"
Hello
,
Crofton
!
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
to
the
fat
man
.
"
Talk
of
the
devil
...
"
"
Where
did
the
boose
come
from
?
"
asked
the
young
man
.
"
Did
the
cow
calve
?
"
"
O
,
of
course
,
Lyons
spots
the
drink
first
thing
!
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
,
laughing
.
"
Is
that
the
way
you
chaps
canvass
,
"
said
Mr.
Lyons
,
"
and
Crofton
and
I
out
in
the
cold
and
rain
looking
for
votes
?
"
