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—
Where
do
you
find
a
pressman
like
that
now
,
eh
?
the
editor
cried
.
He
flung
the
pages
down
.
—
Clamn
dever
,
Lenehan
said
to
Mr
O
’
Madden
Burke
.
—
Very
smart
,
Mr
O
’
Madden
Burke
said
.
Professor
MacHugh
came
from
the
inner
office
.
—
Talking
about
the
invincibles
,
he
said
,
did
you
see
that
some
hawkers
were
up
before
the
recorder
.
.
.
—
O
yes
,
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
said
eagerly
.
Lady
Dudley
was
walking
home
through
the
park
to
see
all
the
trees
that
were
blown
down
by
that
cyclone
last
year
and
thought
she
’
d
buy
a
view
of
Dublin
.
And
it
turned
out
to
be
a
commemoration
postcard
of
Joe
Brady
or
Number
One
or
Skin
-
the
-
Goat
.
Right
outside
the
viceregal
lodge
,
imagine
!
—
They
’
re
only
in
the
hook
and
eye
department
,
Myles
Crawford
said
.
Psha
!
Press
and
the
bar
!
Where
have
you
a
man
now
at
the
bar
like
those
fellows
,
like
Whiteside
,
like
Isaac
Butt
,
like
silvertongued
O
’
Hagan
.
Eh
?
Ah
,
bloody
nonsense
.
Psha
!
Only
in
the
halfpenny
place
.
His
mouth
continued
to
twitch
unspeaking
in
nervous
curls
of
disdain
.
