James Joyce, 1914
Penguin Popular Classics, 1996 (1926 edition)
She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.
This knowledge [difficulty of getting money together] had previously kept his bills within the limits of reasonable recklessness.
A small gold coin shone in his palm.
He knew that people went there [Corless's] after the theatre to eat oysters and drink liquors.'I wish you and yours every joy in life, old chap, and tons of money, and may you ever die until I shoot you.'
It had cost him ten and elevenpence.
'I don't think, sir, that that's a fair question to put to me.'
p 201
'Is it snowing again, Mr Conroy?' asked Lily.
[...] 'Yes Lily', he answered, 'and I think we're in for a night of it.'
p 227
[One] night an Italian tenor had sung fives encores to Let me like a Soldier fall. [Maritana]