"What's your name, sir? Dunne, says he. Ay, and done says I. Gob, ye'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking.
— Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? says Alf. U. p: up.
— Yes, says J. J. Looking for a private detective." (U12.1028)
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