"Her wet lips tittered:
- He's killed looking back.
- O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?
Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.
— It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.
Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets of sin, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, byCarroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.
The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came." (U11.76)