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And
on
that
day
may
Erin
well
Pledge
in
the
cup
she
lifts
to
Joy
One
grief
--
the
memory
of
Parnell
.
Mr.
Hynes
sat
down
again
on
the
table
When
he
had
finished
his
recitation
there
was
a
silence
and
then
a
burst
of
clapping
:
even
Mr.
Lyons
clapped
.
The
applause
continued
for
a
little
time
.
When
it
had
ceased
all
the
auditors
drank
from
their
bottles
in
silence
.
Pok
!
The
cork
flew
out
of
Mr.
Hynes
'
bottle
,
but
Mr.
Hynes
remained
sitting
flushed
and
bare-headed
on
the
table
.
He
did
not
seem
to
have
heard
the
invitation
.
"
Good
man
,
Joe
!
"
said
Mr.
O'Connor
,
taking
out
his
cigarette
papers
and
pouch
the
better
to
hide
his
emotion
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
that
,
Crofton
?
"
cried
Mr.
Henchy
.
"
Is
n't
that
fine
?
What
?
"
Crofton
said
that
it
was
a
very
fine
piece
of
writing
.
Mr
Holohan
,
assistant
secretary
of
the
Eire
Abu
Society
,
had
been
walking
up
and
down
Dublin
for
nearly
a
month
,
with
his
hands
and
pockets
full
of
dirty
pieces
of
paper
,
arranging
about
the
series
of
concerts
.
He
had
a
game
leg
and
for
this
his
friends
called
him
Hoppy
Holohan
.
He
walked
up
and
down
constantly
,
stood
by
the
hour
at
street
corners
arguing
the
point
and
made
notes
;
but
in
the
end
it
was
Mrs.
Kearney
who
arranged
everything
.
