"Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Thank you: not having any. Usual love scrimmage. Then running round corners." (U5.270)
The rosary is Catholic devotion. The term denotes the prayer beads used to count the series of prayers that make up the rosary. The prayers consist of repeated sequences of the Lord's Prayer followed by ten prayings of the Hail Mary and a single praying of 'Glory Be to the Father', a sequence known as a 'decade'. The praying of each decade is accompanied by meditation on one of the Mysteries of the Rosary, which recall the life of Jesus Christ. The traditional 15 Mysteries of the Rosary were standardized, based on the long-standing custom, by Pope St. Pius V in the 16c.
"Bad as a row with Molly. Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic. Go further next time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course." (U5.271)
"Brutal, why not? Try it anyhow. A bit at a time." (U5.273)
"Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it. Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere: pinned together." (U5.275)
"Queer the number of pins they always have." (U5.277)
"No roses without thorns.
Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in the Coombe, linked together in the rain." (U5.277)
"O, Mairy lost the pin of her drawers.
She didn't know what to do
To keep it up,
To keep it up." (U5.281)
I suspect there are variations with the same "Mary... what to do" format.
"It? Them. Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all day typing. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. What perfume does your wife use? Now could you make out a thing like that?
To keep it up." (U5.285)
"Martha, Mary. I saw that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious." (U5.289)
"Also the two sluts in the Coombe would listen." (U5.290)
"Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Forget. Tell about places you have been, strange customs. The other one, jar on her head, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of the well, stonecold like the hole in the wall at Ashtown." (U5.293)
"Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the trotting matches.
"She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and more: all. Then a sigh: silence. Long long long rest.
Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away, sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank." (U5.297)
"Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. (U5.303).
More reasonably, a check for 2 pounds from the Bank of Ireland.
A receipt from the Bank of Ireland, dated June 28th 1899.
"Shows you the money to be made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A million pounds, wait a moment." (U5.305)