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He
held
his
handkerchief
ready
for
the
coming
.
.
.
—
I
was
.
.
.
Glasnevin
this
morning
.
.
.
poor
little
.
.
.
what
do
you
call
him
.
.
.
Chow
!
.
.
.
Mother
of
Moses
!
*
*
*
Tom
Rochford
took
the
top
disk
from
the
pile
he
clasped
against
his
claret
waistcoat
.
—
See
?
he
said
.
Say
it
’
s
turn
six
.
In
here
,
see
.
Turn
Now
On
.
He
slid
it
into
the
left
slot
for
them
.
It
shot
down
the
groove
,
wobbled
a
while
,
ceased
,
ogling
them
:
six
.
Lawyers
of
the
past
,
haughty
,
pleading
,
beheld
pass
from
the
consolidated
taxing
office
to
Nisi
Prius
court
Richie
Goulding
carrying
the
costbag
of
Goulding
,
Collis
and
Ward
and
heard
rustling
from
the
admiralty
division
of
king
’
s
bench
to
the
court
of
appeal
an
elderly
female
with
false
teeth
smiling
incredulously
and
a
black
silk
skirt
of
great
amplitude
.
—
See
?
he
said
.
See
now
the
last
one
I
put
in
is
over
here
:
Turns
Over
.
The
impact
.
Leverage
,
see
?
He
showed
them
the
rising
column
of
disks
on
the
right
.
—
Smart
idea
,
Nosey
Flynn
said
,
snuffling
.
So
a
fellow
coming
in
late
can
see
what
turn
is
on
and
what
turns
are
over
.
