WANDERING ROCKS
"With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an instant, sneezed loudly.
- Chow! he said. Blast you!
- The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said politely.
- No, Ned Lambert gasped, I caught a... cold night before... blast your soul... night before last... and there was a hell of a lot of draught...
He held his handkerchief ready for the coming...
- I was... Glasnevin this morning... poor little... what do you call him... Chow! ...Mother of Moses!" (U10.455)
