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Chapter 1
WhatArthurGriffithsaidabouttheheadpieceovertheFreemanleader:ahomerulesunrisingupinthenorthwestfromthelanewaybehindthebankofIreland.Heprolongedhispleasedsmile.Ikeytouchthat:homerulesunrisingupinthenorthwest.
HeapproachedLarryO’Rourke’s.Fromthecellargratingfloateduptheflabbygushofporter.Throughtheopendoorwaythebarsquirtedoutwhiffsofginger,teadust,biscuitmush.Goodhouse,however:justtheendofthecitytraffic.ForinstanceM’Auley’sdownthere:n.g.asposition.OfcourseiftheyranatramlinealongtheNorthCircularfromthecattlemarkettothequaysvaluewouldgouplikeashot.
Baldheadovertheblind.Cuteoldcodger.Nousecanvassinghimforanad.Stillheknowshisownbusinessbest.Thereheis,sureenough,myboldLarry,leaningagainstthesugarbininhisshirtsleeveswatchingtheapronedcurateswabupwithmopandbucket.SimonDedalustakeshimofftoateewithhiseyesscrewedup.DoyouknowwhatI’mgoingtotellyou?What’sthat,MrO’Rourke?Doyouknowwhat?TheRussians,they’donlybeaneighto’clockbreakfastfortheJapanese.
Stopandsayaword:aboutthefuneralperhaps.SadthingaboutpoorDignam,MrO’Rourke.
TurningintoDorsetstreethesaidfreshlyingreetingthroughthedoorway:
—Goodday,MrO’Rourke.
—Gooddaytoyou.
—Lovelyweather,sir.
—’Tisallthat.
Wheredotheygetthemoney?ComingupredheadedcuratesfromthecountyLeitrim,rinsingemptiesandoldmaninthecellar.Then,loandbehold,theyblossomoutasAdamFindlatersorDanTallons.Thenthinkofthecompetition.
