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Would he never have a home of his own?
imagined
imagined that
He thought how pleasant it would be to have a warm fire to sit by and a good dinner to sit down to.
that
that i
He had walked the streets long enough with friends and with girls.
i
i saw
He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.
saw
saw again
Experience had embittered his heart against the world.
again
again the
But all hope had not left him.
the
the heavy
He felt better after having eaten than he had felt before, less weary of his life, less vanquished in spirit.
heavy
heavy grey
He might yet be able to settle down in some snug corner and live happily if he could only come across some good simple-minded girl with a little of the ready.
grey
grey face
He paid twopence halfpenny to the slatternly girl and went out of the shop to begin his wandering again.
face
face of
He went into Capel Street and walked along towards the City Hall.
of
of the
Then he turned into Dame Street.
the
the paralytic
At the corner of George’s Street he met two friends of his and stopped to converse with them.
paralytic
paralytic i
He was glad that he could rest from all his walking.
i
i drew
His friends asked him had he seen Corley and what was the latest.
drew
drew the
He replied that he had spent the day with Corley.
the
the blankets
His friends talked very little.
blankets
blankets over
They looked vacantly after some figures in the crowd and sometimes made a critical remark.
over
over my
One said that he had seen Mac an hour before in Westmoreland Street.
my
my head
At this Lenehan said that he had been with Mac the night before in Egan’s.
head
head and
The young man who had seen Mac in Westmoreland Street asked was it true that Mac had won a bit over a billiard match.
and
and tried
Lenehan did not know: he said that Holohan had stood them drinks in Egan’s.
tried
tried to
He left his friends at a quarter to ten and went up George’s Street.
to
to think
He turned to the left at the City Markets and walked on into Grafton Street.
think
think of
The crowd of girls and young men had thinned and on his way up the street he heard many groups and couples bidding one another good-night.
of
of christmas
He went as far as the clock of the College of Surgeons: it was on the stroke of ten.
christmas
christmas but
He set off briskly along the northern side of the Green hurrying for fear Corley should return too soon.
but
but the
When he reached the corner of Merrion Street he took his stand in the shadow of a lamp and brought out one of the cigarettes which he had reserved and lit it.
the
the grey
He leaned against the lamp-post and kept his gaze fixed on the part from which he expected to see Corley and the young woman return.
grey
grey face
His mind became active again.
face
face still
He wondered had Corley managed it successfully.
still
still followed
He wondered if he had asked her yet or if he would leave it to the last.
followed
followed me
He suffered all the pangs and thrills of his friend’s situation as well as those of his own.
me
me it
But the memory of Corley’s slowly revolving head calmed him somewhat: he was sure Corley would pull it off all right.
it
it murmured
All at once the idea struck him that perhaps Corley had seen her home by another way and given him the slip.
murmured
murmured and
His eyes searched the street: there was no sign of them.
and
and i
Yet it was surely half-an-hour since he had seen the clock of the College of Surgeons.
i
i understood
Would Corley do a thing like that?
understood
understood that
He lit his last cigarette and began to smoke it nervously.
that
that it
He strained his eyes as each tram stopped at the far corner of the square.
it
it desired
They must have gone home by another way.
desired
desired to
The paper of his cigarette broke and he flung it into the road with a curse.
to
to confess
Suddenly he saw them coming towards him.
confess
confess something
He started with delight and, keeping close to his lamp-post, tried to read the result in their walk.
something
something i
They were walking quickly, the young woman taking quick short steps, while Corley kept beside her with his long stride.
i
i felt
They did not seem to be speaking.
felt
felt my
An intimation of the result pricked him like the point of a sharp instrument.
my
my soul
He knew Corley would fail; he knew it was no go.
soul
soul receding
They turned down Baggot Street and he followed them at once, taking the other footpath.
receding
receding into
When they stopped he stopped too.
into
into some
They talked for a few moments and then the young woman went down the steps into the area of a house.
some
some pleasant
Corley remained standing at the edge of the path, a little distance from the front steps.
pleasant
pleasant and
Some minutes passed.
and
and vicious
Then the hall-door was opened slowly and cautiously.
vicious
vicious region
A woman came running down the front steps and coughed.
region
region and
Corley turned and went towards her.
and
and there
His broad figure hid hers from view for a few seconds and then she reappeared running up the steps.
there
there again
The door closed on her and Corley began to walk swiftly towards Stephen’s Green.
again
again i
Lenehan hurried on in the same direction.
i
i found
Some drops of light rain fell.
found
found it
He took them as a warning and, glancing back towards the house which the young woman had entered to see that he was not observed, he ran eagerly across the road.
it
it waiting
Anxiety and his swift run made him pant.
waiting
waiting for
He called out: “Hallo, Corley!” Corley turned his head to see who had called him, and then continued walking as before.
for
for me
Lenehan ran after him, settling the waterproof on his shoulders with one hand.
me
me it
“Hallo, Corley!” he cried again.
it
it began
He came level with his friend and looked keenly in his face.
began
began to
He could see nothing there.
to
to confess
“Well?” he said.
confess
confess to
“Did it come off?” They had reached the corner of Ely Place.
to
to me
Still without answering, Corley swerved to the left and went up the side street.
me
me in
His features were composed in stern calm.
in
in a
Lenehan kept up with his friend, breathing uneasily.
a
a murmuring
He was baffled and a note of menace pierced through his voice.
murmuring
murmuring voice
“Can’t you tell us?” he said.
voice
voice and
“Did you try her?” Corley halted at the first lamp and stared grimly before him.
and
and i
Then with a grave gesture he extended a hand towards the light and, smiling, opened it slowly to the gaze of his disciple.
i
i wondered
A small gold coin shone in the palm.
wondered
wondered why
THE BOARDING HOUSE Mrs Mooney was a butcher’s daughter.
why
why it
She was a woman who was quite able to keep things to herself: a determined woman.
it
it smiled
She had married her father’s foreman and opened a butcher’s shop near Spring Gardens.
smiled
smiled continually
But as soon as his father-in-law was dead Mr Mooney began to go to the devil.
continually
continually and
He drank, plundered the till, ran headlong into debt.
and
and why
It was no use making him take the pledge: he was sure to break out again a few days after.
why
why the
By fighting his wife in the presence of customers and by buying bad meat he ruined his business.
the
the lips
One night he went for his wife with the cleaver and she had to sleep in a neighbour’s house.
lips
lips were
After that they lived apart.
were
were so
She went to the priest and got a separation from him with care of the children.
so
so moist
She would give him neither money nor food nor house-room; and so he was obliged to enlist himself as a sheriff’s man.
moist
moist with
He was a shabby stooped little drunkard with a white face and a white moustache and white eyebrows, pencilled above his little eyes, which were pink-veined and raw; and all day long he sat in the bailiff’s room, waiting to be put on a job.
with
with spittle
Mrs Mooney, who had taken what remained of her money out of the butcher business and set up a boarding house in Hardwicke Street, was a big imposing woman.
spittle
spittle but
Her house had a floating population made up of tourists from Liverpool and the Isle of Man and, occasionally, artistes from the music-halls.
but
but then
Its resident population was made up of clerks from the city.
then
then i
She governed her house cunningly and firmly, knew when to give credit, when to be stern and when to let things pass.
i
i remembered
All the resident young men spoke of her as The Madam.
remembered
remembered that
Mrs Mooney’s young men paid fifteen shillings a week for board and lodgings (beer or stout at dinner excluded).
that
that it
They shared in common tastes and occupations and for this reason they were very chummy with one another.
it
it had
They discussed with one another the chances of favourites and outsiders.
had
had died
Jack Mooney, the Madam’s son, who was clerk to a commission agent in Fleet Street, had the reputation of being a hard case.
died
died of
He was fond of using soldiers’ obscenities: usually he came home in the small hours.
of
of paralysis
When he met his friends he had always a good one to tell them and he was always sure to be on to a good thing—that is to say, a likely horse or a likely artiste.
paralysis
paralysis and
He was also handy with the mits and sang comic songs.
and
and i