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Ivy Day in the Committee Room
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Mr.Henchysnuffledvigorouslyandspatsocopiouslythathenearlyputoutthefire,whichutteredahissingprotest.
“Totellyoumyprivateandcandidopinion,”hesaid,“Ithinkhe’samanfromtheothercamp.He’saspyofColgan’s,ifyouaskme.Justgoroundandtryandfindouthowthey’regettingon.Theywon’tsuspectyou.Doyoutwig?”
“Ah,poorJoeisadecentskin,”saidMr.O’Connor.
“Hisfatherwasadecent,respectableman,”Mr.Henchyadmitted.“PooroldLarryHynes!Manyagoodturnhedidinhisday!ButI’mgreatlyafraidourfriendisnotnineteencarat.Damnit,Icanunderstandafellowbeinghardup,butwhatIcan’tunderstandisafellowsponging.Couldn’thehavesomesparkofmanhoodabouthim?”
“Hedoesn’tgetawarmwelcomefrommewhenhecomes,”saidtheoldman.“Lethimworkforhisownsideandnotcomespyingaroundhere.”
“Idon’tknow,”saidMr.O’Connordubiously,ashetookoutcigarette-papersandtobacco.“IthinkJoeHynesisastraightman.He’sacleverchap,too,withthepen.Doyourememberthatthinghewrote...?”
“Someofthesehillsidersandfeniansareabittoocleverifaskme,”saidMr.Henchy.“Doyouknowwhatmyprivateandcandidopinionisaboutsomeofthoselittlejokers?IbelievehalfofthemareinthepayoftheCastle.”
“There’snoknowing,”saidtheoldman.
