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—
Sure
I
’
m
after
seeing
him
not
five
minutes
ago
,
says
Alf
,
as
plain
as
a
pikestaff
.
—
Who
’
s
dead
?
says
Bob
Doran
.
—
You
saw
his
ghost
then
,
says
Joe
,
God
between
us
and
harm
.
—
What
?
says
Alf
.
Good
Christ
,
only
five
.
.
.
What
?
.
.
.
And
Willy
Murray
with
him
,
the
two
of
them
there
near
whatdoyoucallhim
’
s
.
.
.
What
?
Dignam
dead
?
—
What
about
Dignam
?
says
Bob
Doran
.
Who
’
s
talking
about
.
.
.
?
—
Dead
!
says
Alf
.
He
’
s
no
more
dead
than
you
are
.
—
Maybe
so
,
says
Joe
.
They
took
the
liberty
of
burying
him
this
morning
anyhow
.
—
Paddy
?
says
Alf
.
—
Ay
,
says
Joe
.
He
paid
the
debt
of
nature
,
God
be
merciful
to
him
.
—
Good
Christ
!
says
Alf
.
