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He remembered well her eyes, the touch of her hand and his delirium....
card
card pinned
But delirium passes.
pinned
pinned on
He echoed her phrase, applying it to himself: “What am I to do?” The instinct of the celibate warned him to hold back.
on
on the
But the sin was there; even his sense of honour told him that reparation must be made for such a sin.
the
the crape
While he was sitting with her on the side of the bed Mary came to the door and said that the missus wanted to see him in the parlour.
crape
crape i
He stood up to put on his coat and waistcoat, more helpless than ever.
i
i also
When he was dressed he went over to her to comfort her.
also
also approached
It would be all right, never fear.
approached
approached and
He left her crying on the bed and moaning softly: “O my God!” Going down the stairs his glasses became so dimmed with moisture that he had to take them off and polish them.
and
and read
He longed to ascend through the roof and fly away to another country where he would never hear again of his trouble, and yet a force pushed him downstairs step by step.
read
read july
The implacable faces of his employer and of the Madam stared upon his discomfiture.
july
july 1st
On the last flight of stairs he passed Jack Mooney who was coming up from the pantry nursing two bottles of Bass.
1st
1st 1895
They saluted coldly; and the lover’s eyes rested for a second or two on a thick bulldog face and a pair of thick short arms.
1895
1895 the
When he reached the foot of the staircase he glanced up and saw Jack regarding him from the door of the return-room.
the
the rev
Suddenly he remembered the night when one of the music-hall artistes, a little blond Londoner, had made a rather free allusion to Polly.
rev
rev james
The reunion had been almost broken up on account of Jack’s violence.
james
james flynn
Everyone tried to quiet him.
flynn
flynn formerly
The music-hall artiste, a little paler than usual, kept smiling and saying that there was no harm meant: but Jack kept shouting at him that if any fellow tried that sort of a game on with his sister he’d bloody well put his teeth down his throat, so he would.
formerly
formerly of
Polly sat for a little time on the side of the bed, crying.
of
of catherine
Then she dried her eyes and went over to the looking-glass.
catherine
catherine s
She dipped the end of the towel in the water-jug and refreshed her eyes with the cool water.
s
s church
She looked at herself in profile and readjusted a hairpin above her ear.
church
church meath
Then she went back to the bed again and sat at the foot.
meath
meath street
She regarded the pillows for a long time and the sight of them awakened in her mind secret amiable memories.
street
street aged
She rested the nape of her neck against the cool iron bed-rail and fell into a revery.
aged
aged years
There was no longer any perturbation visible on her face.
years
years the
She waited on patiently, almost cheerfully, without alarm, her memories gradually giving place to hopes and visions of the future.
the
the reading
Her hopes and visions were so intricate that she no longer saw the white pillows on which her gaze was fixed or remembered that she was waiting for anything.
reading
reading of
At last she heard her mother calling.
of
of the
She started to her feet and ran to the banisters.
the
the card
“Polly!
card
card persuaded
Polly!” “Yes, mamma?” “Come down, dear.
persuaded
persuaded me
Mr Doran wants to speak to you.” Then she remembered what she had been waiting for.
me
me that
A LITTLE CLOUD Eight years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall and wished him godspeed.
that
that he
Gallaher had got on.
he
he was
You could tell that at once by his travelled air, his well-cut tweed suit, and fearless accent.
was
was dead
Few fellows had talents like his and fewer still could remain unspoiled by such success.
dead
dead and
Gallaher’s heart was in the right place and he had deserved to win.
and
and i
It was something to have a friend like that.
i
i was
Little Chandler’s thoughts ever since lunch-time had been of his meeting with Gallaher, of Gallaher’s invitation and of the great city London where Gallaher lived.
was
was disturbed
He was called Little Chandler because, though he was but slightly under the average stature, he gave one the idea of being a little man.
disturbed
disturbed to
His hands were white and small, his frame was fragile, his voice was quiet and his manners were refined.
to
to find
He took the greatest care of his fair silken hair and moustache and used perfume discreetly on his handkerchief.
find
find myself
The half-moons of his nails were perfect and when he smiled you caught a glimpse of a row of childish white teeth.
myself
myself at
As he sat at his desk in the King’s Inns he thought what changes those eight years had brought.
at
at check
The friend whom he had known under a shabby and necessitous guise had become a brilliant figure on the London Press.
check
check had
He turned often from his tiresome writing to gaze out of the office window.
had
had he
The glow of a late autumn sunset covered the grass plots and walks.
he
he not
It cast a shower of kindly golden dust on the untidy nurses and decrepit old men who drowsed on the benches; it flickered upon all the moving figures—on the children who ran screaming along the gravel paths and on everyone who passed through the gardens.
not
not been
He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.
been
been dead
A gentle melancholy took possession of him.
dead
dead i
He felt how useless it was to struggle against fortune, this being the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed to him.
i
i would
He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home.
would
would have
He had bought them in his bachelor days and many an evening, as he sat in the little room off the hall, he had been tempted to take one down from the bookshelf and read out something to his wife.
have
have gone
But shyness had always held him back; and so the books had remained on their shelves.
gone
gone into
At times he repeated lines to himself and this consoled him.
into
into the
When his hour had struck he stood up and took leave of his desk and of his fellow-clerks punctiliously.
the
the little
He emerged from under the feudal arch of the King’s Inns, a neat modest figure, and walked swiftly down Henrietta Street.
little
little dark
The golden sunset was waning and the air had grown sharp.
dark
dark room
A horde of grimy children populated the street.
room
room behind
They stood or ran in the roadway or crawled up the steps before the gaping doors or squatted like mice upon the thresholds.
behind
behind the
Little Chandler gave them no thought.
the
the shop
He picked his way deftly through all that minute vermin-like life and under the shadow of the gaunt spectral mansions in which the old nobility of Dublin had roystered.
shop
shop to
No memory of the past touched him, for his mind was full of a present joy.
to
to find
He had never been in Corless’s but he knew the value of the name.
find
find him
He knew that people went there after the theatre to eat oysters and drink liqueurs; and he had heard that the waiters there spoke French and German.
him
him sitting
Walking swiftly by at night he had seen cabs drawn up before the door and richly dressed ladies, escorted by cavaliers, alight and enter quickly.
sitting
sitting in
They wore noisy dresses and many wraps.
in
in his
Their faces were powdered and they caught up their dresses, when they touched earth, like alarmed Atalantas.
his
his by
He had always passed without turning his head to look.
by
by the
It was his habit to walk swiftly in the street even by day and whenever he found himself in the city late at night he hurried on his way apprehensively and excitedly.
the
the fire
Sometimes, however, he courted the causes of his fear.
fire
fire nearly
He chose the darkest and narrowest streets and, as he walked boldly forward, the silence that was spread about his footsteps troubled him, the wandering silent figures troubled him; and at times a sound of low fugitive laughter made him tremble like a leaf.
nearly
nearly smothered
He turned to the right towards Capel Street.
smothered
smothered in
Ignatius Gallaher on the London Press!
in
in his
Who would have thought it possible eight years before?
his
his perhaps
Still, now that he reviewed the past, Little Chandler could remember many signs of future greatness in his friend.
perhaps
perhaps my
People used to say that Ignatius Gallaher was wild.
my
my aunt
Of course, he did mix with a rakish set of fellows at that time, drank freely and borrowed money on all sides.
aunt
aunt would
In the end he had got mixed up in some shady affair, some money transaction: at least, that was one version of his flight.
would
would have
But nobody denied him talent.
have
have given
There was always a certain ... something in Ignatius Gallaher that impressed you in spite of yourself.
given
given me
Even when he was out at elbows and at his wits’ end for money he kept up a bold face.
me
me a
Little Chandler remembered (and the remembrance brought a slight flush of pride to his cheek) one of Ignatius Gallaher’s sayings when he was in a tight corner: “Half time now, boys,” he used to say light-heartedly.
a
a packet
“Where’s my considering cap?” That was Ignatius Gallaher all out; and, damn it, you couldn’t but admire him for it.
packet
packet of
Little Chandler quickened his pace.
of
of high
For the first time in his life he felt himself superior to the people he passed.
high
high toast
For the first time his soul revolted against the dull inelegance of Capel Street.
toast
toast for
There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away.
for
for him
You could do nothing in Dublin.
him
him and
As he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses.
and
and this
They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the riverbanks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake themselves and begone.
this
this present
He wondered whether he could write a poem to express his idea.
present
present would
Perhaps Gallaher might be able to get it into some London paper for him.
would
would have
Could he write something original?
have
have roused
He was not sure what idea he wished to express but the thought that a poetic moment had touched him took life within him like an infant hope.
roused
roused him
He stepped onward bravely.
him
him from
Every step brought him nearer to London, farther from his own sober inartistic life.
from
from his
A light began to tremble on the horizon of his mind.
his
his stupefied
He was not so old—thirty-two.
stupefied
stupefied doze