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Amanwithtwoestablishmentstokeepup,ofcoursehecouldn’t....
Hefelthisgreatbodyagainachingforthecomfortofthepublic-house.ThefoghadbeguntochillhimandhewonderedcouldhetouchPatinO’Neill’s.Hecouldnottouchhimformorethanabob—andabobwasnouse.Yethemustgetmoneysomewhereorother:hehadspenthislastpennyfortheg.p.andsoonitwouldbetoolateforgettingmoneyanywhere.Suddenly,ashewasfingeringhiswatch-chain,hethoughtofTerryKelly’spawn-officeinFleetStreet.Thatwasthedart!Whydidn’thethinkofitsooner?
HewentthroughthenarrowalleyofTempleBarquickly,mutteringtohimselfthattheycouldallgotohellbecausehewasgoingtohaveagoodnightofit.TheclerkinTerryKelly’ssaidAcrown!buttheconsignorheldoutforsixshillings;andintheendthesixshillingswasallowedhimliterally.Hecameoutofthepawn-officejoyfully,makingalittlecylinder,ofthecoinsbetweenhisthumbandfingers.InWestmorelandStreetthefootpathswerecrowdedwithyoungmenandwomenreturningfrombusinessandraggedurchinsranhereandthereyellingoutthenamesoftheeveningeditions.Themanpassedthroughthecrowd,lookingonthespectaclegenerallywithproudsatisfactionandstaringmasterfullyattheoffice-girls.Hisheadwasfullofthenoisesoftram—gongsandswishingtrolleysandhisnosealreadysniffedthecurlingfumespunch.
