HALF-TONE
[ Old Flynn, moving along the verge, became idyllic … Frontispiece ]
[ Suspicious of an ill-timed pleasantry ]
[ Whizzed like a driven grouse past the combatants ]
[ The guard put his hand over his mouth ]
[ "And not a brown farthing more would he give" ]
[ "I'm dashed if she hasn't got Sullivan's pony" ]
[ He crowned the arrangement with the bottle of potheen ]
[ A trayful of burning sods of turf ]
[ He did not deny himself a most dissolute wink ]
[ Maria's performance was faultless ]
[ The Modulator opened with a long-drawn and nasal cadenza ]
[ "Is that my darlin' Major Yeates?" shouted the cook ]
[ "I will walk—I should really prefer it" ]
[ Flurry and I put in a blazing September day on the mountain ]
[ An intricate and variously moving tide of people ]
[ "Them hounds are in my family, seed and breed, this hundred years" ]
[ "I'll go bail 'twas him that picked me wife's fashionable cocks" ]