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           AndoldBarlowthemacebearerlaidupwithasthma,nomaceonthetable,nothinginorder,noquorumeven,andHutchinson,thelordmayor,inLlandudnoandlittleLorcanSherlockdoinglocumtenensforhim.DamnedIrishlanguage,languageofourforefathers.

           LongJohnFanningblewaplumeofsmokefromhislips.

           MartinCunninghamspokebyturns,twirlingthepeakofhisbeard,totheassistanttownclerkandthesubsheriff,whileJohnWyseNolanheldhispeace.

           —WhatDignamwasthat?longJohnFanningasked.

           JimmyHenrymadeagrimaceandliftedhisleftfoot.

           —O,mycorns!hesaidplaintively.Comeupstairsforgoodness’saketillIsitdownsomewhere.Uff!Ooo!Mind!

           TestilyhemaderoomforhimselfbesidelongJohnFanning’sflankandpassedinandupthestairs.

           —Comeonup,MartinCunninghamsaidtothesubsheriff.Idon’tthinkyouknewhimorperhapsyoudid,though.

           WithJohnWyseNolanMrPowerfollowedthemin.

           —Decentlittlesoulhewas,MrPowersaidtothestalwartbackoflongJohnFanningascendingtowardslongJohnFanninginthemirror.

           —Ratherlowsized.DignamofMenton’sofficethatwas,MartinCunninghamsaid.

           LongJohnFanningcouldnotrememberhim.

           Clatterofhorsehoofssoundedfromtheair.

           —What’sthat?MartinCunninghamsaid.

           Allturnedwheretheystood.JohnWyseNolancamedownagain.FromthecoolshadowofthedoorwayhesawthehorsespassParliamentstreet,harnessandglossypasternsinsunlightshimmering.Gailytheywentpastbeforehiscoolunfriendlyeyes,notquickly.Insaddlesoftheleaders,leapingleaders,rodeoutriders.