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           Loveisthename?

           —That’sright,FatherCowleysaid.ThereverendMrLove.He’saministerinthecountrysomewhere.Butareyousureofthat?

           —YoucantellBarabbasfromme,BenDollardsaid,thathecanputthatwritwhereJackoputthenuts.

           HeledFatherCowleyboldlyforward,linkedtohisbulk.

           —FilbertsIbelievetheywere,MrDedalussaid,ashedroppedhisglassesonhiscoatfront,followingthem.

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           —Theyoungsterwillbeallright,MartinCunninghamsaid,astheypassedoutoftheCastleyardgate.

           Thepolicemantouchedhisforehead.

           —Godblessyou,MartinCunninghamsaid,cheerily.

           HesignedtothewaitingjarveywhochuckedatthereinsandsetontowardsLordEdwardstreet.

           Bronzebygold,MissKennedy’sheadbyMissDouce’shead,appearedabovethecrossblindoftheOrmondhotel.

           —Yes,MartinCunninghamsaid,fingeringhisbeard.IwrotetoFatherConmeeandlaidthewholecasebeforehim.

           —Youcouldtryourfriend,MrPowersuggestedbackward.

           —Boyd?MartinCunninghamsaidshortly.Touchmenot.

           JohnWyseNolan,laggingbehind,readingthelist,cameafterthemquicklydownCorkhill.

           OnthestepsoftheCityhallCouncillorNannetti,descending,hailedAldermanCowleyandCouncillorAbrahamLyonascending.

           ThecastlecarwheeledemptyintoupperExchangestreet.

           —Lookhere,Martin,JohnWyseNolansaid,overtakingthemattheMailoffice.IseeBloomputhisnamedownforfiveshillings.

           —Quiteright,MartinCunninghamsaid,takingthelist.Andputdownthefiveshillingstoo.

           —Withoutasecondwordeither,MrPowersaid.

           —Strangebuttrue,MartinCunninghamadded.