He strapped on his valise, finished ramming the tobacco into his pipe, then going behind his wife, bent downward and hastily kissed her cheek.

She did not turn her head.
'Good-bye, Biddy.

Don't you go worrying over the blacks or the Unionists.

And if you're dull and want a job there'll be a spice of excitement in helping to tail that mob of scrubbers.

I had to hire two stray chaps, we're so short-handed.' He went down the steps to the outer paling.