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1"I'll pull it off," he said. "Leave it to me, can't you?" Lenehan said no more. He did not wish to ruffle his friend's
2temper, to be sent to the devil and told that his advice was not wanted. A little tact was necessary. But Corley's brow
3was soon smooth again. His thoughts were running another way. "She's a fine decent tart," he said, with appreciation;
4"that's what she is." They walked along Nassau Street and then turned into Kildare Street. Not far from the porch of the
5club a harpist stood in the roadway, playing to a little ring of listeners. He plucked at the wires heedlessly, glancing
6quickly from time to time at the face of each new-comer and from time to time, wearily also, at the sky. His harp, too,
7heedless that her coverings had fallen about her knees, seemed weary alike of the eyes of strangers and of her master's
8hands. One hand played in the bass the melody of Silent, O Moyle, while the other hand careered in the treble after each
9group of notes. The notes of the air sounded deep and full. The two young men walked up the street without speaking, the
10mournful music following them. When they reached Stephen's Green they crossed the road. Here the noise of trams, the
11lights and the crowd released them from their silence. "There she is!" said Corley. At the corner of Hume Street a young
12woman was standing. She wore a blue dress and a white sailor hat. She stood on the curbstone, swinging a sunshade in one
13hand. Lenehan grew lively. "Let's have a look at her, Corley," he said. Corley glanced sideways at his friend and an
14unpleasant grin appeared on his face. "Are you trying to get inside me?" he asked. "Damn it!" said Lenehan boldly, "I
15don't want an introduction. All I want is to have a look at her. I'm not going to eat her." "O.... A look at her?" said
16Corley, more amiably. "Well ... I'll tell you what. I'll go over and talk to her and you can pass by." "Right!" said
17Lenehan. Corley had already thrown one leg over the chains when Lenehan called out: "And after? Where will we meet?"
18"Half ten," answered Corley, bringing over his other leg. "Where?" "Corner of Merrion Street. We'll be coming back."
19"Work it all right now," said Lenehan in farewell. Corley did not answer. He sauntered across the road swaying his head
20from side to side. His bulk, his easy pace, and the solid sound of his boots had something of the conqueror in them. He
21approached the young woman and, without saluting, began at once to converse with her. She swung her umbrella more
22quickly and executed half turns on her heels. Once or twice when he spoke to her at close quarters she laughed and bent
23her head. Lenehan observed them for a few minutes. Then he walked rapidly along beside the chains at some distance and
24crossed the road obliquely. As he approached Hume Street corner he found the air heavily scented and his eyes made a
25swift anxious scrutiny of the young woman's appearance. She had her Sunday finery on. Her blue serge skirt was held at
26the waist by a belt of black leather. The great silver buckle of her belt seemed to depress the centre of her body,
27catching the light stuff of her white blouse like a clip. She wore a short black jacket with mother-of-pearl buttons and
28a ragged black boa. The ends of her tulle collarette had been carefully disordered and a big bunch of red flowers was
29pinned in her bosom, stems upwards. Lenehan's eyes noted approvingly her stout short muscular body. Frank rude health
30glowed in her face, on her fat red cheeks and in her unabashed blue eyes. Her features were blunt. She had broad
31nostrils, a straggling mouth which lay open in a contented leer, and two projecting front teeth. As he passed Lenehan
32took off his cap and, after about ten seconds, Corley returned a salute to the air. This he did by raising his hand
33vaguely and pensively changing the angle of position of his hat. Lenehan walked as far as the Shelbourne Hotel where he
34halted and waited. After waiting for a little time he saw them coming towards him and, when they turned to the right, he
35followed them, stepping lightly in his white shoes, down one side of Merrion Square. As he walked on slowly, timing his
36pace to theirs, he watched Corley's head which turned at every moment towards the young woman's face like a big ball
37revolving on a pivot. He kept the pair in view until he had seen them climbing the stairs of the Donnybrook tram; then
38he turned about and went back the way he had come. Now that he was alone his face looked older. His gaiety seemed to
39forsake him and, as he came by the railings of the Duke's Lawn, he allowed his hand to run along them. The air which the
40harpist had played began to control his movements. His softly padded feet played the melody while his fingers swept a
41scale of variations idly along the railings after each group of notes. He walked listlessly round Stephen's Green and
42then down Grafton Street. Though his eyes took note of many elements of the crowd through which he passed they did so
43morosely. He found trivial all that was meant to charm him and did not answer the glances which invited him to be bold.
44He knew that he would have to speak a great deal, to invent and to amuse, and his brain and throat were too dry for such
45a task. The problem of how he could pass the hours till he met Corley again troubled him a little. He could think of no
46way of passing them but to keep on walking. He turned to the left when he came to the corner of Rutland Square and felt
47more at ease in the dark quiet street, the sombre look of which suited his mood. He paused at last before the window of
48a poor-looking shop over which the words Refreshment Bar were printed in white letters. On the glass of the window were
49two flying inscriptions: Ginger Beer and Ginger Ale. A cut ham was exposed on a great blue dish while near it on a plate
50lay a segment of very light plum-pudding. He eyed this food earnestly for some time and then, after glancing warily up
51and down the street, went into the shop quickly. He was hungry for, except some biscuits which he had asked two grudging
52curates to bring him, he had eaten nothing since breakfast-time. He sat down at an uncovered wooden table opposite two
53work-girls and a mechanic. A slatternly girl waited on him. "How much is a plate of peas?" he asked. "Three halfpence,
54sir," said the girl. "Bring me a plate of peas," he said, "and a bottle of ginger beer."
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