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"
Why
,
blast
your
soul
,
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
,
"
I
'd
get
more
votes
in
five
minutes
than
you
two
'd
get
in
a
week
.
"
"
Open
two
bottles
of
stout
,
Jack
,
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
.
"
How
can
I
?
"
said
the
old
man
,
"
when
there
's
no
corkscrew
?
"
"
Wait
now
,
wait
now
!
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
,
getting
up
quickly
.
"
Did
you
ever
see
this
little
trick
?
"
He
took
two
bottles
from
the
table
and
,
carrying
them
to
the
fire
,
put
them
on
the
hob
.
Then
he
sat
dow-n
again
by
the
fire
and
took
another
drink
from
his
bottle
.
Mr.
Lyons
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
table
,
pushed
his
hat
towards
the
nape
of
his
neck
and
began
to
swing
his
legs
.
"
Which
is
my
bottle
?
"
he
asked
.
"
This
,
lad
,
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
.
Mr.
Crofton
sat
down
on
a
box
and
looked
fixedly
at
the
other
bottle
on
the
hob
.
He
was
silent
for
two
reasons
.
The
first
reason
,
sufficient
in
itself
,
was
that
he
had
nothing
to
say
;
the
second
reason
was
that
he
considered
his
companions
beneath
him
.
He
had
been
a
canvasser
for
Wilkins
,
the
Conservative
,
but
when
the
Conservatives
had
withdrawn
their
man
and
,
choosing
the
lesser
of
two
evils
,
given
their
support
to
the
Nationalist
candidate
,
he
had
been
engaged
to
work
for
Mr.
Tiemey
.
In
a
few
minutes
an
apologetic
"
Pok
!
"
was
heard
as
the
cork
flew
out
of
Mr.
Lyons
'
bottle
.
Mr.
Lyons
jumped
off
the
table
,
went
to
the
fire
,
took
his
bottle
and
carried
it
back
to
the
table
.
