"Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She's not nicelooking, is she? The way she's holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that fellow be at the band tonight." (U10.382)
"If I could get that dressmaker to make a concertina skirt" (U10.384)
"like Susy Nagle's. They kick out grand. Shannon and all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her." (U10.384)

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.
"The telephone rang rudely by her ear.
- 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)
"- Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from Sport was in looking for you. Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes, sir. I'll ring them up after five." (U10.394)
" *** " (U10.396)
"- Ringabella and Crosshaven, a voice replied, groping for foothold." (U10.400)
"The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft flame and was let fall. At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air closed round them.
- How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom." (U10.403)
"- Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin. O'Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days. The old bank of Ireland was over the way till the time of the union and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road. You were never here before, Jack, were you?
- No, Ned." (U10.407)
"From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.
— 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)
"With J. J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.
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)
"- God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral." (U10.444)

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.
"Hot members they were all of them, the Geraldines." (U10.448)
"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)
" *** " (U10.464)
"Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.
- 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]
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