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I showed him a bit about London when he was over there.
was
was quite
He’d open your eye....
quite
quite inefficacious
I say, Tommy, don’t make punch of that whisky: liquor up.” “No, really....” “O, come on, another one won’t do you any harm.
inefficacious
inefficacious i
What is it?
i
i wished
The same again, I suppose?” “Well ... all right.” “François, the same again.... Will you smoke, Tommy?” Ignatius Gallaher produced his cigar-case.
wished
wished to
The two friends lit their cigars and puffed at them in silence until their drinks were served.
to
to go
“I’ll tell you my opinion,” said Ignatius Gallaher, emerging after some time from the clouds of smoke in which he had taken refuge, “it’s a rum world.
go
go in
Talk of immorality!
in
in and
I’ve heard of cases—what am I saying?—I’ve known them: cases of ... immorality....” Ignatius Gallaher puffed thoughtfully at his cigar and then, in a calm historian’s tone, he proceeded to sketch for his friend some pictures of the corruption which was rife abroad.
and
and look
He summarised the vices of many capitals and seemed inclined to award the palm to Berlin.
look
look at
Some things he could not vouch for (his friends had told him), but of others he had had personal experience.
at
at him
He spared neither rank nor caste.
him
him but
He revealed many of the secrets of religious houses on the Continent and described some of the practices which were fashionable in high society and ended by telling, with details, a story about an English duchess—a story which he knew to be true.
but
but i
Little Chandler was astonished.
i
i had
“Ah, well,” said Ignatius Gallaher, “here we are in old jog-along Dublin where nothing is known of such things.” “How dull you must find it,” said Little Chandler, “after all the other places you’ve seen!” “Well,” said Ignatius Gallaher, “it’s a relaxation to come over here, you know.
had
had not
And, after all, it’s the old country, as they say, isn’t it?
not
not the
You can’t help having a certain feeling for it.
the
the courage
That’s human nature....
courage
courage to
But tell me something about yourself.
to
to knock
Hogan told me you had ... tasted the joys of connubial bliss.
knock
knock i
Two years ago, wasn’t it?” Little Chandler blushed and smiled.
i
i walked
“Yes,” he said.
walked
walked away
“I was married last May twelve months.” “I hope it’s not too late in the day to offer my best wishes,” said Ignatius Gallaher.
away
away slowly
“I didn’t know your address or I’d have done so at the time.” He extended his hand, which Little Chandler took.
slowly
slowly along
“Well, Tommy,” he said, “I wish you and yours every joy in life, old chap, and tons of money, and may you never die till I shoot you.
along
along the
And that’s the wish of a sincere friend, an old friend.
the
the sunny
You know that?” “I know that,” said Little Chandler.
sunny
sunny side
“Any youngsters?” said Ignatius Gallaher.
side
side of
Little Chandler blushed again.
of
of the
“We have one child,” he said.
the
the street
“Son or daughter?” “A little boy.” Ignatius Gallaher slapped his friend sonorously on the back.
street
street reading
“Bravo,” he said, “I wouldn’t doubt you, Tommy.” Little Chandler smiled, looked confusedly at his glass and bit his lower lip with three childishly white front teeth.
reading
reading all
“I hope you’ll spend an evening with us,” he said, “before you go back.
all
all the
My wife will be delighted to meet you.
the
the theatrical
We can have a little music and——” “Thanks awfully, old chap,” said Ignatius Gallaher, “I’m sorry we didn’t meet earlier.
theatrical
theatrical advertisements
But I must leave tomorrow night.” “Tonight, perhaps...?” “I’m awfully sorry, old man.
advertisements
advertisements in
You see I’m over here with another fellow, clever young chap he is too, and we arranged to go to a little card-party.
in
in the
Only for that....” “O, in that case....” “But who knows?” said Ignatius Gallaher considerately.
the
the as
“Next year I may take a little skip over here now that I’ve broken the ice.
as
as i
It’s only a pleasure deferred.” “Very well,” said Little Chandler, “the next time you come we must have an evening together.
i
i went
That’s agreed now, isn’t it?” “Yes, that’s agreed,” said Ignatius Gallaher.
went
went i
“Next year if I come, parole d’honneur.” “And to clinch the bargain,” said Little Chandler, “we’ll just have one more now.” Ignatius Gallaher took out a large gold watch and looked at it.
i
i found
“Is it to be the last?” he said.
found
found it
“Because you know, I have an a.p.” “O, yes, positively,” said Little Chandler.
it
it strange
“Very well, then,” said Ignatius Gallaher, “let us have another one as a deoc an doruis—that’s good vernacular for a small whisky, I believe.” Little Chandler ordered the drinks.
strange
strange that
The blush which had risen to his face a few moments before was establishing itself.
that
that neither
A trifle made him blush at any time: and now he felt warm and excited.
neither
neither i
Three small whiskies had gone to his head and Gallaher’s strong cigar had confused his mind, for he was a delicate and abstinent person.
i
i nor
The adventure of meeting Gallaher after eight years, of finding himself with Gallaher in Corless’s surrounded by lights and noise, of listening to Gallaher’s stories and of sharing for a brief space Gallaher’s vagrant and triumphant life, upset the equipoise of his sensitive nature.
nor
nor the
He felt acutely the contrast between his own life and his friend’s and it seemed to him unjust.
the
the day
Gallaher was his inferior in birth and education.
day
day seemed
He was sure that he could do something better than his friend had ever done, or could ever do, something higher than mere tawdry journalism if he only got the chance.
seemed
seemed in
What was it that stood in his way?
in
in a
His unfortunate timidity!
a
a mourning
He wished to vindicate himself in some way, to assert his manhood.
mourning
mourning mood
He saw behind Gallaher’s refusal of his invitation.
mood
mood and
Gallaher was only patronising him by his friendliness just as he was patronising Ireland by his visit.
and
and i
The barman brought their drinks.
i
i felt
Little Chandler pushed one glass towards his friend and took up the other boldly.
felt
felt even
“Who knows?” he said, as they lifted their glasses.
even
even annoyed
“When you come next year I may have the pleasure of wishing long life and happiness to Mr and Mrs Ignatius Gallaher.” Ignatius Gallaher in the act of drinking closed one eye expressively over the rim of his glass.
annoyed
annoyed at
When he had drunk he smacked his lips decisively, set down his glass and said: “No blooming fear of that, my boy.
at
at discovering
I’m going to have my fling first and see a bit of life and the world before I put my head in the sack—if I ever do.” “Some day you will,” said Little Chandler calmly.
discovering
discovering in
Ignatius Gallaher turned his orange tie and slate-blue eyes full upon his friend.
in
in myself
“You think so?” he said.
myself
myself a
“You’ll put your head in the sack,” repeated Little Chandler stoutly, “like everyone else if you can find the girl.” He had slightly emphasised his tone and he was aware that he had betrayed himself; but, though the colour had heightened in his cheek, he did not flinch from his friend’s gaze.
a
a sensation
Ignatius Gallaher watched him for a few moments and then said: “If ever it occurs, you may bet your bottom dollar there’ll be no mooning and spooning about it.
sensation
sensation of
I mean to marry money.
of
of freedom
She’ll have a good fat account at the bank or she won’t do for me.” Little Chandler shook his head.
freedom
freedom as
“Why, man alive,” said Ignatius Gallaher, vehemently, “do you know what it is?
as
as if
I’ve only to say the word and tomorrow I can have the woman and the cash.
if
if i
You don’t believe it?
i
i had
Well, I know it.
had
had been
There are hundreds—what am I saying?—thousands of rich Germans and Jews, rotten with money, that’d only be too glad.... You wait a while my boy.
been
been freed
See if I don’t play my cards properly.
freed
freed from
When I go about a thing I mean business, I tell you.
from
from something
You just wait.” He tossed his glass to his mouth, finished his drink and laughed loudly.
something
something by
Then he looked thoughtfully before him and said in a calmer tone: “But I’m in no hurry.
by
by his
They can wait.
his
his death
I don’t fancy tying myself up to one woman, you know.” He imitated with his mouth the act of tasting and made a wry face.
death
death i
“Must get a bit stale, I should think,” he said.
i
i wondered
Little Chandler sat in the room off the hall, holding a child in his arms.
wondered
wondered at
To save money they kept no servant but Annie’s young sister Monica came for an hour or so in the morning and an hour or so in the evening to help.
at
at this
But Monica had gone home long ago.
this
this for
It was a quarter to nine.
for
for as
Little Chandler had come home late for tea and, moreover, he had forgotten to bring Annie home the parcel of coffee from Bewley’s.
as
as my
Of course she was in a bad humour and gave him short answers.
my
my uncle
She said she would do without any tea but when it came near the time at which the shop at the corner closed she decided to go out herself for a quarter of a pound of tea and two pounds of sugar.
uncle
uncle had
She put the sleeping child deftly in his arms and said: “Here.
had
had said
Don’t waken him.” A little lamp with a white china shade stood upon the table and its light fell over a photograph which was enclosed in a frame of crumpled horn.
said
said the
It was Annie’s photograph.
the
the night
Little Chandler looked at it, pausing at the thin tight lips.
night
night before
She wore the pale blue summer blouse which he had brought her home as a present one Saturday.
before
before he
It had cost him ten and elevenpence; but what an agony of nervousness it had cost him!
he
he had
How he had suffered that day, waiting at the shop door until the shop was empty, standing at the counter and trying to appear at his ease while the girl piled ladies’ blouses before him, paying at the desk and forgetting to take up the odd penny of his change, being called back by the cashier, and finally, striving to hide his blushes as he left the shop by examining the parcel to see if it was securely tied.
had
had taught
When he brought the blouse home Annie kissed him and said it was very pretty and stylish; but when she heard the price she threw the blouse on the table and said it was a regular swindle to charge ten and elevenpence for it.
taught
taught me
At first she wanted to take it back but when she tried it on she was delighted with it, especially with the make of the sleeves, and kissed him and said he was very good to think of her.
me
me a
Hm!...
a
a great
He looked coldly into the eyes of the photograph and they answered coldly.
great
great deal
Certainly they were pretty and the face itself was pretty.
deal
deal he