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Chapter 7
JohnWyseNolanopenedwideeyes.
—I’llsaythereismuchkindnessinthejew,hequoted,elegantly.
TheywentdownParliamentstreet.
—There’sJimmyHenry,MrPowersaid,justheadingforKavanagh’s.
—Righto,MartinCunninghamsaid.Heregoes.
OutsidelaMaisonClaireBlazesBoylanwaylaidJackMooney’sbrother-in-law,humpy,tight,makingfortheliberties.
JohnWyseNolanfellbackwithMrPower,whileMartinCunninghamtooktheelbowofadapperlittlemaninashowerofhailsuit,whowalkeduncertainly,withhastystepspastMickyAnderson’swatches.
—Theassistanttownclerk’scornsaregivinghimsometrouble,JohnWyseNolantoldMrPower.
TheyfollowedroundthecornertowardsJamesKavanagh’swinerooms.TheemptycastlecarfrontedthematrestinEssexgate.MartinCunningham,speakingalways,showedoftenthelistatwhichJimmyHenrydidnotglance.
—AndlongJohnFanningisheretoo,JohnWyseNolansaid,aslargeaslife.
ThetallformoflongJohnFanningfilledthedoorwaywherehestood.
—Goodday,MrSubsheriff,MartinCunninghamsaid,asallhaltedandgreeted.
LongJohnFanningmadenowayforthem.HeremovedhislargeHenryClaydecisivelyandhislargefierceeyesscowledintelligentlyoveralltheirfaces.
—Aretheconscriptfatherspursuingtheirpeacefuldeliberations?hesaidwithrichacridutterancetotheassistanttownclerk.
Hellopentochristianstheywerehaving,JimmyHenrysaidpettishly,abouttheirdamnedIrishlanguage.Wherewasthemarshal,hewantedtoknow,tokeeporderinthecouncilchamber.
