I do not know who Susy Nagle is, but I put this PC for 2 reasons: it shows Nora Nagle with a nice skirt that would kick out grand; also, it shows stage actress Gertie Millar who later married Lord Dudley (William Humble, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland in 1904), after his wife Rachel died.
- Hello. Yes, sir. No, sir. Yes, sir. I'll ring them up after five. Only those two, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool. All right, sir. Then I can go after six if you're not back. A quarter after. Yes, sir. Twentyseven and six. I'll tell him. Yes: one, seven, six.
She scribbled three figures on an envelope." (U10.388)
- How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom." (U10.403)
- No, Ned." (U10.407)
— I'm deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won't trespass on your valuable time....
— You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next week, say. Can you see?
— Yes, yes. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.
— Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.
He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among the pillars." (U10.425)
He stood to read the card in his hand.
— The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.
— I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J. J. O'Molloy said.
Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air." (U10.433)
The Cashel cathedral, built in the 13c., was burnt in 1494 by Gerald Mor, the Great Earl of Kildare. When questioned before the English King Henry VII, he reportedly said that he wouldn't have done it, except that he was certain that his sworn enemy, Archbishop David Creaghe, was inside.
- 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)
- See? he said. Say it's turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.
He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them: six.' (U10.465)
As discovered by Eamonn Finn (and reported in the JJ Broadsheet June 2008) this is the device being shown.
[Image courtesy of Eamonn Finn]