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Leo Dillon was afraid we might meet Father Butler or someone out of the college; but Mahony asked, very sensibly, what would Father Butler be doing out at the Pigeon House.
of
of window
We were reassured: and I brought the first stage of the plot to an end by collecting sixpence from the other two, at the same time showing them my own sixpence.
window
window and
When we were making the last arrangements on the eve we were all vaguely excited.
and
and night
We shook hands, laughing, and Mahony said: “Till tomorrow, mates!” That night I slept badly.
night
night after
In the morning I was first-comer to the bridge as I lived nearest.
after
after night
I hid my books in the long grass near the ashpit at the end of the garden where nobody ever came and hurried along the canal bank.
night
night i
It was a mild sunny morning in the first week of June.
i
i had
I sat up on the coping of the bridge admiring my frail canvas shoes which I had diligently pipeclayed overnight and watching the docile horses pulling a tramload of business people up the hill.
had
had found
All the branches of the tall trees which lined the mall were gay with little light green leaves and the sunlight slanted through them on to the water.
found
found it
The granite stone of the bridge was beginning to be warm and I began to pat it with my hands in time to an air in my head.
it
it lighted
I was very happy.
lighted
lighted in
When I had been sitting there for five or ten minutes I saw Mahony’s grey suit approaching.
in
in the
He came up the hill, smiling, and clambered up beside me on the bridge.
the
the same
While we were waiting he brought out the catapult which bulged from his inner pocket and explained some improvements which he had made in it.
same
same way
I asked him why he had brought it and he told me he had brought it to have some gas with the birds.
way
way faintly
Mahony used slang freely, and spoke of Father Butler as Old Bunser.
faintly
faintly and
We waited on for a quarter of an hour more but still there was no sign of Leo Dillon.
and
and evenly
Mahony, at last, jumped down and said: “Come along.
evenly
evenly if
I knew Fatty’d funk it.” “And his sixpence...?” I said.
if
if he
“That’s forfeit,” said Mahony.
he
he was
“And so much the better for us—a bob and a tanner instead of a bob.” We walked along the North Strand Road till we came to the Vitriol Works and then turned to the right along the Wharf Road.
was
was dead
Mahony began to play the Indian as soon as we were out of public sight.
dead
dead i
He chased a crowd of ragged girls, brandishing his unloaded catapult and, when two ragged boys began, out of chivalry, to fling stones at us, he proposed that we should charge them.
i
i thought
I objected that the boys were too small and so we walked on, the ragged troop screaming after us: “Swaddlers!
thought
thought i
Swaddlers!” thinking that we were Protestants because Mahony, who was dark-complexioned, wore the silver badge of a cricket club in his cap.
i
i would
When we came to the Smoothing Iron we arranged a siege; but it was a failure because you must have at least three.
would
would see
We revenged ourselves on Leo Dillon by saying what a funk he was and guessing how many he would get at three o’clock from Mr Ryan.
see
see the
We came then near the river.
the
the reflection
We spent a long time walking about the noisy streets flanked by high stone walls, watching the working of cranes and engines and often being shouted at for our immobility by the drivers of groaning carts.
reflection
reflection of
It was noon when we reached the quays and, as all the labourers seemed to be eating their lunches, we bought two big currant buns and sat down to eat them on some metal piping beside the river.
of
of candles
We pleased ourselves with the spectacle of Dublin’s commerce—the barges signalled from far away by their curls of woolly smoke, the brown fishing fleet beyond Ringsend, the big white sailing-vessel which was being discharged on the opposite quay.
candles
candles on
Mahony said it would be right skit to run away to sea on one of those big ships and even I, looking at the high masts, saw, or imagined, the geography which had been scantily dosed to me at school gradually taking substance under my eyes.
on
on the
School and home seemed to recede from us and their influences upon us seemed to wane.
the
the darkened
We crossed the Liffey in the ferryboat, paying our toll to be transported in the company of two labourers and a little Jew with a bag.
darkened
darkened blind
We were serious to the point of solemnity, but once during the short voyage our eyes met and we laughed.
blind
blind for
When we landed we watched the discharging of the graceful threemaster which we had observed from the other quay.
for
for i
Some bystander said that she was a Norwegian vessel.
i
i knew
I went to the stern and tried to decipher the legend upon it but, failing to do so, I came back and examined the foreign sailors to see had any of them green eyes for I had some confused notion....
knew
knew that
The sailors’ eyes were blue and grey and even black.
that
that two
The only sailor whose eyes could have been called green was a tall man who amused the crowd on the quay by calling out cheerfully every time the planks fell: “All right!
two
two candles
All right!” When we were tired of this sight we wandered slowly into Ringsend.
candles
candles must
The day had grown sultry, and in the windows of the grocers’ shops musty biscuits lay bleaching.
must
must be
We bought some biscuits and chocolate which we ate sedulously as we wandered through the squalid streets where the families of the fishermen live.
be
be set
We could find no dairy and so we went into a huckster’s shop and bought a bottle of raspberry lemonade each.
set
set at
Refreshed by this, Mahony chased a cat down a lane, but the cat escaped into a wide field.
at
at the
We both felt rather tired and when we reached the field we made at once for a sloping bank over the ridge of which we could see the Dodder.
the
the head
It was too late and we were too tired to carry out our project of visiting the Pigeon House.
head
head of
We had to be home before four o’clock lest our adventure should be discovered.
of
of a
Mahony looked regretfully at his catapult and I had to suggest going home by train before he regained any cheerfulness.
a
a corpse
The sun went in behind some clouds and left us to our jaded thoughts and the crumbs of our provisions.
corpse
corpse he
There was nobody but ourselves in the field.
he
he had
When we had lain on the bank for some time without speaking I saw a man approaching from the far end of the field.
had
had often
I watched him lazily as I chewed one of those green stems on which girls tell fortunes.
often
often said
He came along by the bank slowly.
said
said to
He walked with one hand upon his hip and in the other hand he held a stick with which he tapped the turf lightly.
to
to me
He was shabbily dressed in a suit of greenish-black and wore what we used to call a jerry hat with a high crown.
me
me i
He seemed to be fairly old for his moustache was ashen-grey.
i
i am
When he passed at our feet he glanced up at us quickly and then continued his way.
am
am not
We followed him with our eyes and saw that when he had gone on for perhaps fifty paces he turned about and began to retrace his steps.
not
not long
He walked towards us very slowly, always tapping the ground with his stick, so slowly that I thought he was looking for something in the grass.
long
long for
He stopped when he came level with us and bade us good-day.
for
for this
We answered him and he sat down beside us on the slope slowly and with great care.
this
this world
He began to talk of the weather, saying that it would be a very hot summer and adding that the seasons had changed greatly since he was a boy—a long time ago.
world
world and
He said that the happiest time of one’s life was undoubtedly one’s schoolboy days and that he would give anything to be young again.
and
and i
While he expressed these sentiments which bored us a little we kept silent.
i
i had
Then he began to talk of school and of books.
had
had thought
He asked us whether we had read the poetry of Thomas Moore or the works of Sir Walter Scott and Lord Lytton.
thought
thought his
I pretended that I had read every book he mentioned so that in the end he said: “Ah, I can see you are a bookworm like myself.
his
his words
Now,” he added, pointing to Mahony who was regarding us with open eyes, “he is different; he goes in for games.” He said he had all Sir Walter Scott’s works and all Lord Lytton’s works at home and never tired of reading them.
words
words idle
“Of course,” he said, “there were some of Lord Lytton’s works which boys couldn’t read.” Mahony asked why couldn’t boys read them—a question which agitated and pained me because I was afraid the man would think I was as stupid as Mahony.
idle
idle now
The man, however, only smiled.
now
now i
I saw that he had great gaps in his mouth between his yellow teeth.
i
i knew
Then he asked us which of us had the most sweethearts.
knew
knew they
Mahony mentioned lightly that he had three totties.
they
they were
The man asked me how many had I. I answered that I had none.
were
were true
He did not believe me and said he was sure I must have one.
true
true every
I was silent.
every
every night
“Tell us,” said Mahony pertly to the man, “how many have you yourself?” The man smiled as before and said that when he was our age he had lots of sweethearts.
night
night as
“Every boy,” he said, “has a little sweetheart.” His attitude on this point struck me as strangely liberal in a man of his age.
as
as i
In my heart I thought that what he said about boys and sweethearts was reasonable.
i
i gazed
But I disliked the words in his mouth and I wondered why he shivered once or twice as if he feared something or felt a sudden chill.
gazed
gazed up
As he proceeded I noticed that his accent was good.
up
up at
He began to speak to us about girls, saying what nice soft hair they had and how soft their hands were and how all girls were not so good as they seemed to be if one only knew.
at
at the
There was nothing he liked, he said, so much as looking at a nice young girl, at her nice white hands and her beautiful soft hair.
the
the window
He gave me the impression that he was repeating something which he had learned by heart or that, magnetised by some words of his own speech, his mind was slowly circling round and round in the same orbit.
window
window i
At times he spoke as if he were simply alluding to some fact that everybody knew, and at times he lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously as if he were telling us something secret which he did not wish others to overhear.
i
i said
He repeated his phrases over and over again, varying them and surrounding them with his monotonous voice.
said
said softly
I continued to gaze towards the foot of the slope, listening to him.
softly
softly to
After a long while his monologue paused.
to
to myself
He stood up slowly, saying that he had to leave us for a minute or so, a few minutes, and, without changing the direction of my gaze, I saw him walking slowly away from us towards the near end of the field.
myself
myself the
We remained silent when he had gone.
the
the word
After a silence of a few minutes I heard Mahony exclaim: “I say!
word
word paralysis
Look what he’s doing!” As I neither answered nor raised my eyes Mahony exclaimed again: “I say.... He’s a queer old josser!” “In case he asks us for our names,” I said, “let you be Murphy and I’ll be Smith.” We said nothing further to each other.
paralysis
paralysis it
I was still considering whether I would go away or not when the man came back and sat down beside us again.
it
it had
Hardly had he sat down when Mahony, catching sight of the cat which had escaped him, sprang up and pursued her across the field.
had
had always
The man and I watched the chase.
always
always sounded
The cat escaped once more and Mahony began to throw stones at the wall she had escaladed.
sounded
sounded strangely
Desisting from this, he began to wander about the far end of the field, aimlessly.
strangely
strangely in
After an interval the man spoke to me.
in
in my
He said that my friend was a very rough boy and asked did he get whipped often at school.
my
my ears