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being grilled, smiled (he had had a onebumper at parting from1
Mrs Molroe in the morning) and stated to his eliciter under his2
morse mustaccents (gobbless!) that he slept with a bonafides and3
that he would be there to remember the filth of November,4
hatinaring, rowdy O, which, with the jiboulees of Juno and the5
dates of ould lanxiety, was going, please the Rainmaker, to6
decembs within the ephemerides of profane history, all one with7
Tournay, Yetstoslay and Temorah, and one thing which would8
pigstickularly strike a person of such sorely tried observational9
powers as Sam, him and Moffat, though theirs not to reason why,10
the striking thing about it was that he was patrified to see, hear,11
taste and smell, as his time of night, how Hyacinth O'Donnell,12
B.A., described in the calendar as a mixer and wordpainter, with13
part of a sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork) on the fair green14
at the hour of twenty-four o'clock sought (the bullycassidy of15
the friedhoffer!) to sack, sock, stab and slaughter singlehanded16
another two of the old kings, Gush Mac Gale and Roaring17
O'Crian, Jr., both changelings, unlucalised, of no address and18
in noncommunicables, between him and whom, ever since wal-19
lops before the Mise of Lewes, bad blood existed on the ground20
of the boer's trespass on the bull or because he firstparted his21
polarbeeber hair in twoways, or because they were creepfoxed22
andt grousuppers over a nippy in a noveletta, or because they23
could not say meace, (mute and daft) meathe. The litigants, he24
said, local congsmen and donalds, kings of the arans and the dalk-25
eys, kings of mud and tory, even the goat king of Killorglin,26
were egged on by their supporters in the shape of betterwomen27
with bowstrung hair of Carrothagenuine ruddiness, waving crim-28
son petties and screaming from Isod's towertop. There were29
cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins on the30
bohernabreen of: Mind the bank from Banagher, Mick, sir! Pro-31
dooce O'Donner. Ay! Exhibit his relics! Bu! Use the tongue32
mor! Give lip less! But it oozed out in Deadman's Dark Scenery33
Court through crossexanimation of the casehardened testis that34
when and where that knife of knifes the treepartied ambush was35
laid (roughly spouting around half hours 'twixt dusk in dawn,36