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took the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit who walked uncertainly with hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches.

shower-of-hail?

47yo in 1901

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— The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan told Mr Power.



They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. The empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin Cunningham, speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry did not glance.

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62yo in 1911

why "speaking always"?


— And Long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as life.

53yo in 1901

The tall form of Long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.



— Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said, as all halted and greeted.



Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.

— Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.

conscript fathers


Hell open to christians they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshal, he wanted to know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order, no quorum even and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little Lorcan Sherlock doing locum tenens for him. Damned Irish language, language of our forefathers.

79yo in 1901

49yo in 1901

26yo in 1901

Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.



Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his peace.

MC twirled his beard in the funeral carriage too


— What Dignam was that? Long John Fanning asked.



Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.



— O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till I sit down somewhere. Uff! Ooo! Mind!



Testily he made room for himself beside Long John Fanning's flank and passed in and up the stairs.



— Come on up, Martin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don't think you knew him or perhaps you did, though.

(cf Lambert to O'Molloy re abbey 10min earlier?)


With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.



— Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of Long John Fanning ascending towards Long John Fanning in the mirror.

a ceiling mirror visible to people on the stairs?

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