father Cranly interrupted himself for an instant, and then said: I don't want to pry into your family affairs. A burly policeman sweated behind him and seemed at every moment about to act. Lynch gazed after him, his lip curling in slow scorn till his face resembled a devil's mask: --To think that that yellow pancake-eating excrement can get a good job, he said at length, and I have to smoke cheap cigarettes! They turned their faces towards Merrion Square and went for a little in silence. I told you I had no money.