📔 Dubliners

His face was very truculent, grey and massive, with black cavernous nostrils and circled by a scanty white fur.

'I'd like nothing better this minute,' said Mr Browne stoutly, 'than a rattling fine walk in the country or a fast drive with a good spanking goer between the shafts.'

He longed to execrate aloud, to bring his fist down on something violently.

Eight years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall and wished him godspeed.

Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red houses.