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Mrs
M
’
Guinness
,
stately
,
silverhaired
,
bowed
to
Father
Conmee
from
the
farther
footpath
along
which
she
sailed
.
And
Father
Conmee
smiled
and
saluted
.
How
did
she
do
?
A
fine
carriage
she
had
.
Like
Mary
,
queen
of
Scots
,
something
.
And
to
think
that
she
was
a
pawnbroker
!
Well
,
now
!
Such
a
.
.
.
what
should
he
say
?
.
.
.
such
a
queenly
mien
.
Father
Conmee
walked
down
Great
Charles
street
and
glanced
at
the
shutup
free
church
on
his
left
.
The
reverend
T
.
R
.
Greene
B
.
A
.
will
(
D
.
V
.
)
speak
.
The
incumbent
they
called
him
.
He
felt
it
incumbent
on
him
to
say
a
few
words
.
But
one
should
be
charitable
.
Invincible
ignorance
.
They
acted
according
to
their
lights
.
Father
Conmee
turned
the
corner
and
walked
along
the
North
Circular
road
.
It
was
a
wonder
that
there
was
not
a
tramline
in
such
an
important
thoroughfare
.
Surely
,
there
ought
to
be
.
A
band
of
satchelled
schoolboys
crossed
from
Richmond
street
.
All
raised
untidy
caps
.
Father
Conmee
greeted
them
more
than
once
benignly
.
Christian
brother
boys
.
Father
Conmee
smelt
incense
on
his
right
hand
as
he
walked
.
Saint
Joseph
’
s
church
,
Portland
row
.
For
aged
and
virtuous
females
.
Father
Conmee
raised
his
hat
to
the
Blessed
Sacrament
.
Virtuous
:
but
occasionally
they
were
also
badtempered
.
Near
Aldborough
house
Father
Conmee
thought
of
that
spendthrift
nobleman
.
And
now
it
was
an
office
or
something
.
Father
Conmee
began
to
walk
along
the
North
Strand
road
and
was
saluted
by
Mr
William
Gallagher
who
stood
in
the
doorway
of
his
shop
.
Father
Conmee
saluted
Mr
William
Gallagher
and
perceived
the
odours
that
came
from
baconflitches
and
ample
cools
of
butter
.
He
passed
Grogan
’
s
the
Tobacconist
against
which
newsboards
leaned
and
told
of
a
dreadful
catastrophe
in
New
York
.
In
America
those
things
were
continually
happening
.
Unfortunate
people
to
die
like
that
,
unprepared
.
Still
,
an
act
of
perfect
contrition
.
Father
Conmee
went
by
Daniel
Bergin
’
s
publichouse
against
the
window
of
which
two
unlabouring
men
lounged
.
They
saluted
him
and
were
saluted
.
