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Chapter 9
Christwasajewlikeme.
Gob,thecitizenmadeaplungebackintotheshop.
—ByJesus,sayshe,I’llbrainthatbloodyjewmanforusingtheholyname.ByJesus,I’llcrucifyhimsoIwill.Giveusthatbiscuitboxhere.
—Stop!Stop!saysJoe.
AlargeandappreciativegatheringoffriendsandacquaintancesfromthemetropolisandgreaterDublinassembledintheirthousandstobidfarewelltoNagyaságosuramLipótiVirag,lateofMessrsAlexanderThom’s,printerstoHisMajesty,ontheoccasionofhisdepartureforthedistantclimeofSzázharminczbrojúgulyás-Dugulás(MeadowofMurmuringWaters).Theceremonywhichwentoffwithgreatéclatwascharacterisedbythemostaffectingcordiality.AnilluminatedscrollofancientIrishvellum,theworkofIrishartists,waspresentedtothedistinguishedphenomenologistonbehalfofalargesectionofthecommunityandwasaccompaniedbythegiftofasilvercasket,tastefullyexecutedinthestyleofancientCelticornament,aworkwhichreflectseverycreditonthemakers,MessrsJacobagusJacob.Thedepartingguestwastherecipientofaheartyovation,manyofthosewhowerepresentbeingvisiblymovedwhentheselectorchestraofIrishpipesstruckupthewellknownstrainsofComeBacktoErin,followedimmediatelybyRakóczsy’sMarch.
