— Aw! he said.
— That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.
— What about that? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty? What?
He turned to both.
— That'll do, Father Cowley said, nodding also.
The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles." (U10.921)
Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.
- What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?
- He has, Father Cowley said. " (U10.939)
The policeman touched his forehead.
- God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, cheerily." (U10.956)
- Yes, Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard. I wrote to Father Conmee and laid the whole case before him.
- You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.
- Boyd? Martin Cunningham said shortly. Touch me not.
John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came after them quickly down Cork hill." (U10.962)
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.
— And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as life.
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." (U10.989)
- Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk." (U10.1001)
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.
- What Dignam was that? Long John Fanning asked." (U10.1013)
- 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." (U10.1018)
- What's that? Martin Cunningham said.
All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly." (U10.1031)