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Can
’
t
blame
them
after
all
with
the
job
they
have
especially
the
young
hornies
.
That
horsepoliceman
the
day
Joe
Chamberlain
was
given
his
degree
in
Trinity
he
got
a
run
for
his
money
.
My
word
he
did
!
His
horse
’
s
hoofs
clattering
after
us
down
Abbey
street
.
Lucky
I
had
the
presence
of
mind
to
dive
into
Manning
’
s
or
I
was
souped
.
He
did
come
a
wallop
,
by
George
.
Must
have
cracked
his
skull
on
the
cobblestones
.
I
oughtn
’
t
to
have
got
myself
swept
along
with
those
medicals
.
And
the
Trinity
jibs
in
their
mortarboards
.
Looking
for
trouble
.
Still
I
got
to
know
that
young
Dixon
who
dressed
that
sting
for
me
in
the
Mater
and
now
he
’
s
in
Holles
street
where
Mrs
Purefoy
.
Wheels
within
wheels
.
Police
whistle
in
my
ears
still
.
All
skedaddled
.
Why
he
fixed
on
me
.
Give
me
in
charge
.
Right
here
it
began
.
—
Up
the
Boers
!
—
Three
cheers
for
De
Wet
!
—
We
’
ll
hang
Joe
Chamberlain
on
a
sourapple
tree
.
Silly
billies
:
mob
of
young
cubs
yelling
their
guts
out
.
Vinegar
hill
.
The
Butter
exchange
band
.
Few
years
’
time
half
of
them
magistrates
and
civil
servants
.
War
comes
on
:
into
the
army
helterskelter
:
same
fellows
used
to
.
Whether
on
the
scaffold
high
.
Never
know
who
you
’
re
talking
to
.
Corny
Kelleher
he
has
Harvey
Duff
in
his
eye
.
Like
that
Peter
or
Denis
or
James
Carey
that
blew
the
gaff
on
the
invincibles
.
Member
of
the
corporation
too
.
Egging
raw
youths
on
to
get
in
the
know
all
the
time
drawing
secret
service
pay
from
the
castle
.
Drop
him
like
a
hot
potato
.
Why
those
plainclothes
men
are
always
courting
slaveys
.
Easily
twig
a
man
used
to
uniform
.
Squarepushing
up
against
a
backdoor
.
Maul
her
a
bit
.
Then
the
next
thing
on
the
menu
.
And
who
is
the
gentleman
does
be
visiting
there
?
Was
the
young
master
saying
anything
?
Peeping
Tom
through
the
keyhole
.
Decoy
duck
.
Hotblooded
young
student
fooling
round
her
fat
arms
ironing
.
—
Are
those
yours
,
Mary
?
—
I
don
’
t
wear
such
things
.
.
.
Stop
or
I
’
ll
tell
the
missus
on
you
.
Out
half
the
night
.
—
There
are
great
times
coming
,
Mary
.
Wait
till
you
see
.
