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Chapter 3
Wonderwhyhewasstruckofftherolls.HadhisofficeinHumestreet.SamehouseasMolly’snamesake,Tweedy,crownsolicitorforWaterford.Hasthatsilkhateversince.Relicsofolddecency.Mourningtoo.Terriblecomedown,poorwretch!Kickedaboutlikesnuffatawake.O’Callaghanonhislastlegs.
AndMadame.Twentypasteleven.Up.MrsFlemingisintoclean.Doingherhair,humming:voglioenonvorrei.No:vorreienon.Lookingatthetipsofherhairstoseeiftheyaresplit.Mitremaunpocoil.Beautifulonthattrehervoiceis:weepingtone.Athrush.Athrostle.Thereisawordthrostlethatexpressesthat.
HiseyespassedlightlyoverMrPower’sgoodlookingface.Greyishovertheears.Madame:smiling.Ismiledback.Asmilegoesalongway.Onlypolitenessperhaps.Nicefellow.Whoknowsisthattrueaboutthewomanhekeeps?Notpleasantforthewife.Yettheysay,whowasittoldme,thereisnocarnal.Youwouldimaginethatwouldgetplayedoutprettyquick.Yes,itwasCroftonmethimoneeveningbringingherapoundofrumpsteak.Whatisthisshewas?BarmaidinJury’s.OrtheMoira,wasit?
TheypassedunderthehugecloakedLiberator’sform.
MartinCunninghamnudgedMrPower.
—OfthetribeofReuben,hesaid.
Atallblackbeardedfigure,bentonastick,stumpingroundthecornerofElvery’sElephanthouse,showedthemacurvedhandopenonhisspine.
—Inallhispristinebeauty,MrPowersaid.
