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Shoes were for Sunday by Molly Weir
Shoes were for Sunday by Molly Weir













Shoes were for Sunday by Molly Weir

The mechanic and the two work-girls examined him point by point before resuming their conversation in a subdued voice. To appear natural he pushed his cap back on his head and planted his elbows on the table.

Shoes were for Sunday by Molly Weir

He spoke roughly in order to belie his air of gentility for his entry had been followed by a pause of talk. –Bring me a plate of peas, he said, and a bottle of ginger beer. He sat down at an uncovered wooden table opposite two work-girls and a mechanic. He was hungry for, except some biscuits which he had asked two grudging curates to bring him, he had eaten nothing since breakfast-time. He eyed this food earnest for some time and then, after glancing warily up and down the street, went into the shop quickly. A cut ham was exposed on a great blue dish while near it on a plate lay a segment of very light plum-pudding.

Shoes were for Sunday by Molly Weir

On the glass of the window were two flying inscriptions: Ginger Beer and Ginger Ale. ‘He paused at last before the window of a poor-looking shop over which the words Refreshment Bar were printed in white letters. In James Joyce‘s ‘Two Gallants’, Lenehan stops at a shop for something to eat: The addition of a condiment can sometimes turn an insubstantial side into a hearty supper.















Shoes were for Sunday by Molly Weir