Dubliners Chapter 14 Page 44

magnificent, the style of the oratory. And his voice! God! hadn’t he a voice! The Prisoner of the Vatican, he called him. I remember Crofton saying to me when we came out — — ”

“But he’s an Orangeman, Crofton, isn’t he?” said Mr Power.

“‘Course he is,” said Mr Kernan, “and a damned decent Orangeman too. We went into Butler’s in Moore Street — faith, I was genuinely moved, tell you the God’s truth — and I remember well his very words.

Kernan, he said, we worship at different altars, he said, but our belief is the same. Struck me as very well put.”

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