Дублінці
A Little Cloud
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“Ahwell,”saidIgnatiusGallaher,cheerfully,“here’stousandtooldtimesandoldacquaintance.”
Theyclinkedglassesanddrankthetoast.
“Imetsomeoftheoldgangtoday,”saidIgnatiusGallaher.“O’Haraseemstobeinabadway.What’shedoing?”
“Nothing,saidLittleChandler.“He’sgonetothedogs.”
“ButHoganhasagoodsit,hasn’the?”
“Yes;he’sintheLandCommission.”
“ImethimonenightinLondonandheseemedtobeveryflush....PoorO’Hara!Boose,Isuppose?”
“Otherthings,too,”saidLittleChandlershortly.
IgnatiusGallaherlaughed.
“Tommy,”hesaid,“Iseeyouhaven’tchangedanatom.You’retheverysameseriouspersonthatusedtolecturemeonSundaymorningswhenIhadasoreheadandafuronmytongue.You’dwanttoknockaboutabitintheworld.Haveyouneverbeenanywhereevenforatrip?”
“I’vebeentotheIsleofMan,”saidLittleChandler.
IgnatiusGallaherlaughed.
“TheIsleofMan!”hesaid.“GotoLondonorParis:Paris,forchoice.That’ddoyougood.”
“HaveyouseenParis?”
“IshouldthinkIhave!I’veknockedabouttherealittle.”
“Andisitreallysobeautifulastheysay?”askedLittleChandler.
