"Language of flowers. They like it because no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there a word." (U5.261)
"Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you don't please poor forgetmenot" (U5.264)
"how I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his sidepocket." (U5.265)
"Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder did she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good family like me, respectable character." (U5.268)
"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." (U5.271)
"Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic. Go further next time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course." (U5.272)
"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)
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