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Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the doorway : ’Tis all that. Coming up redheaded curates from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door. He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. He halted before Dlugacz’s window, staring at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. The figures whitened in his mind unsolved : displeased, he let them fade.
The shadows of the mosques along the pillars : priest with a scroll rolled up. She calls her children home in their dark language. Night sky moon, violet, colour of Molly’s new garters. A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them : dulcimers. On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over rhe threshold, a limp lid. The sun was nearing the steeple of George’s church.
She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth.