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Davy
Byrne
,
sated
after
his
yawn
,
said
with
tearwashed
eyes
:
—
And
is
that
a
fact
?
Decent
quiet
man
he
is
.
I
often
saw
him
in
here
and
I
never
once
saw
him
—
you
know
,
over
the
line
.
—
God
Almighty
couldn
’
t
make
him
drunk
,
Nosey
Flynn
said
firmly
.
Slips
off
when
the
fun
gets
too
hot
.
Didn
’
t
you
see
him
look
at
his
watch
?
Ah
,
you
weren
’
t
there
.
If
you
ask
him
to
have
a
drink
first
thing
he
does
he
outs
with
the
watch
to
see
what
he
ought
to
imbibe
.
Declare
to
God
he
does
.
—
There
are
some
like
that
,
Davy
Byrne
said
.
He
’
s
a
safe
man
,
I
’
d
say
.
—
He
’
s
not
too
bad
,
Nosey
Flynn
said
,
snuffling
it
up
.
He
’
s
been
known
to
put
his
hand
down
too
to
help
a
fellow
.
Give
the
devil
his
due
.
O
,
Bloom
has
his
good
points
.
But
there
’
s
one
thing
he
’
ll
never
do
.
His
hand
scrawled
a
dry
pen
signature
beside
his
grog
.
—
I
know
,
Davy
Byrne
said
.
—
Nothing
in
black
and
white
,
Nosey
Flynn
said
.
Paddy
Leonard
and
Bantam
Lyons
came
in
.
Tom
Rochford
followed
frowning
,
a
plaining
hand
on
his
claret
waistcoat
.
