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And
he
got
them
out
as
quick
as
he
could
,
Jack
Power
and
Crofton
or
whatever
you
call
him
and
him
in
the
middle
of
them
letting
on
to
be
all
at
sea
and
up
with
them
on
the
bloody
jaunting
car
.
—
Off
with
you
,
says
Martin
to
the
jarvey
.
The
milkwhite
dolphin
tossed
his
mane
and
,
rising
in
the
golden
poop
the
helmsman
spread
the
bellying
sail
upon
the
wind
and
stood
off
forward
with
all
sail
set
,
the
spinnaker
to
larboard
.
A
many
comely
nymphs
drew
nigh
to
starboard
and
to
larboard
and
,
clinging
to
the
sides
of
the
noble
bark
,
they
linked
their
shining
forms
as
doth
the
cunning
wheelwright
when
he
fashions
about
the
heart
of
his
wheel
the
equidistant
rays
whereof
each
one
is
sister
to
another
and
he
binds
them
all
with
an
outer
ring
and
giveth
speed
to
the
feet
of
men
whenas
they
ride
to
a
hosting
or
contend
for
the
smile
of
ladies
fair
.
Even
so
did
they
come
and
set
them
,
those
willing
nymphs
,
the
undying
sisters
.
And
they
laughed
,
sporting
in
a
circle
of
their
foam
:
and
the
bark
clave
the
waves
.
But
begob
I
was
just
lowering
the
heel
of
the
pint
when
I
saw
the
citizen
getting
up
to
waddle
to
the
door
,
puffing
and
blowing
with
the
dropsy
,
and
he
cursing
the
curse
of
Cromwell
on
him
,
bell
,
book
and
candle
in
Irish
,
spitting
and
spatting
out
of
him
and
Joe
and
little
Alf
round
him
like
a
leprechaun
trying
to
peacify
him
.
—
Let
me
alone
,
says
he
.
And
begob
he
got
as
far
as
the
door
and
they
holding
him
and
he
bawls
out
of
him
:
—
Three
cheers
for
Israel
!
Arrah
,
sit
down
on
the
parliamentary
side
of
your
arse
for
Christ
’
sake
and
don
’
t
be
making
a
public
exhibition
of
yourself
.
Jesus
,
there
’
s
always
some
bloody
clown
or
other
kicking
up
a
bloody
murder
about
bloody
nothing
.
Gob
,
it
’
d
turn
the
porter
sour
in
your
guts
,
so
it
would
.
And
all
the
ragamuffins
and
sluts
of
the
nation
round
the
door
and
Martin
telling
the
jarvey
to
drive
ahead
and
the
citizen
bawling
and
Alf
and
Joe
at
him
to
whisht
and
he
on
his
high
horse
about
the
jews
and
the
loafers
calling
for
a
speech
and
Jack
Power
trying
to
get
him
to
sit
down
on
the
car
and
hold
his
bloody
jaw
and
a
loafer
with
a
patch
over
his
eye
starts
singing
If
the
man
in
the
moon
was
a
jew
,
jew
,
jew
and
a
slut
shouts
out
of
her
:
