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Chapter 5
—Hehadagoodsliceofluck,JackMooneywastellingme,overthatboxingmatchMylerKeoghwonagainthatsoldierinthePortobellobarracks.ByGod,hehadthelittlekipperdowninthecountyCarlowhewastellingme...
Hopethatdewdropdoesn’tcomedownintohisglass.No,snuffleditup.
—Fornearamonth,man,beforeitcameoff.SuckingduckeggsbyGodtillfurtherorders.Keephimofftheboose,see?O,byGod,Blazesisahairychap.
DavyByrnecameforwardfromthehindbarintuckstitchedshirtsleeves,cleaninghislipswithtwowipesofhisnapkin.Herring’sblush.Whosesmileuponeachfeatureplayswithsuchandsuchreplete.Toomuchfatontheparsnips.
—Andhere’shimselfandpepperonhim,NoseyFlynnsaid.CanyougiveusagoodonefortheGoldcup?
—I’moffthat,MrFlynn,DavyByrneanswered.Ineverputanythingonahorse.
—You’rerightthere,NoseyFlynnsaid.
MrBloomatehisstripsofsandwich,freshcleanbread,withrelishofdisgustpungentmustard,thefeetysavourofgreencheese.Sipsofhiswinesoothedhispalate.Notlogwoodthat.Tastesfullerthisweatherwiththechilloff.
Nicequietbar.Nicepieceofwoodinthatcounter.Nicelyplaned.Likethewayitcurvesthere.
—Iwouldn’tdoanythingatallinthatline,DavyByrnesaid.Itruinedmanyaman,thesamehorses.
Vintners’sweepstake.Licensedforthesaleofbeer,wineandspiritsforconsumptiononthepremises.HeadsIwintailsyoulose.
—Trueforyou,NoseyFlynnsaid.Unlessyou’reintheknow.There’snostraightsportgoingnow.Lenehangetssomegoodones.He’sgivingSceptretoday.