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           Andthetwoshawlskilledwiththelaughing,pickinghispockets,thebloodyfoolandhespillingtheporteralloverthebedandthetwoshawlsscreechinglaughingatoneanother.Howisyourtestament?Haveyougotanoldtestament?OnlyPaddywaspassingthere,Itellyouwhat.ThenseehimofaSundaywithhislittleconcubineofawife,andshewagginghertailuptheaisleofthechapelwithherpatentbootsonher,noless,andherviolets,niceaspie,doingthelittlelady.JackMooney’ssister.Andtheoldprostituteofamotherprocuringroomstostreetcouples.Gob,Jackmadehimtoetheline.Toldhimifhedidn’tpatchupthepot,Jesus,he’dkicktheshiteoutofhim.

           SoTerrybroughtthethreepints.

           —Here,saysJoe,doingthehonours.Here,citizen.

           —Slanleat,sayshe.

           —Fortune,Joe,saysI.Goodhealth,citizen.

           Gob,hehadhismouthhalfwaydownthetumbleralready.Wantasmallfortunetokeephimindrinks.

           —Whoisthelongfellowrunningforthemayoralty,Alf?saysJoe.

           —Friendofyours,saysAlf.

           —Nannan?saysJoe.Themimber?

           —Iwon’tmentionanynames,saysAlf.

           —Ithoughtso,saysJoe.IsawhimupatthatmeetingnowwithWilliamField,M.P.,thecattletraders.

           —HairyIopas,saysthecitizen,thatexplodedvolcano,thedarlingofallcountriesandtheidolofhisown.