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Chapter 7
andtherewasahellofalotofdraught...
Heheldhishandkerchiefreadyforthecoming...
—Iwas...Glasnevinthismorning...poorlittle...whatdoyoucallhim...Chow!...MotherofMoses!
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TomRochfordtookthetopdiskfromthepileheclaspedagainsthisclaretwaistcoat.
—See?hesaid.Sayit’sturnsix.Inhere,see.TurnNowOn.
Hesliditintotheleftslotforthem.Itshotdownthegroove,wobbledawhile,ceased,oglingthem:six.
Lawyersofthepast,haughty,pleading,beheldpassfromtheconsolidatedtaxingofficetoNisiPriuscourtRichieGouldingcarryingthecostbagofGoulding,CollisandWardandheardrustlingfromtheadmiraltydivisionofking’sbenchtothecourtofappealanelderlyfemalewithfalseteethsmilingincredulouslyandablacksilkskirtofgreatamplitude.
—See?hesaid.SeenowthelastoneIputinisoverhere:TurnsOver.Theimpact.Leverage,see?
Heshowedthemtherisingcolumnofdisksontheright.
—Smartidea,NoseyFlynnsaid,snuffling.Soafellowcominginlatecanseewhatturnisonandwhatturnsareover.
—See?TomRochfordsaid.
Heslidinadiskforhimself:andwatcheditshoot,wobble,ogle,stop:four.TurnNowOn.
—I’llseehimnowintheOrmond,Lenehansaid,andsoundhim.Onegoodturndeservesanother.
—Do,TomRochfordsaid.TellhimI’mBoylanwithimpatience.
—Goodnight,M’Coysaidabruptly.Whenyoutwobegin...
NoseyFlynnstoopedtowardsthelever,snufflingatit.
—Buthowdoesitworkhere,Tommy?heasked.
—Tooraloo,Lenehansaid.Seeyoulater.
