1 His aunts were two small, plainly dressed old women.
2 Two poor women and a telegram boy were reading the card pinned on the crape.
3 Farrington's eyes wandered at every moment in the direction of one of the young women.
4 The women would have their tea at six o'clock and she would be able to get away before seven.
5 The women followed with keen eyes the faded blue dress which was stretched upon a meagre body.
6 She was always sent for when the women quarrelled over their tubs and always succeeded in making peace.
7 When the cook told her everything was ready she went into the women's room and began to pull the big bell.
8 Presently two young women with big hats and a young man in a check suit came in and sat at a table close by.
9 He continued scraping his feet vigorously while the three women went upstairs, laughing, to the ladies' dressing-room.
10 THE matron had given her leave to go out as soon as the women's tea was over and Maria looked forward to her evening out.
11 In Westmoreland Street the footpaths were crowded with young men and women returning from business and ragged urchins ran here and there yelling out the names of the evening editions.
12 In a few minutes the women began to come in by twos and threes, wiping their steaming hands in their petticoats and pulling down the sleeves of their blouses over their red steaming arms.
13 Then Ginger Mooney lifted her mug of tea and proposed Maria's health while all the other women clattered with their mugs on the table, and said she was sorry she hadn't a sup of porter to drink it in.
14 I know all about the honour of God, Mary Jane, but I think it's not at all honourable for the pope to turn out the women out of the choirs that have slaved there all their lives and put little whipper-snappers of boys over their heads.
15 We walked through the flaring streets, jostled by drunken men and bargaining women, amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies of shop-boys who stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal chanting of street-singers, who sang a come-all-you about O'Donovan Rossa, or a ballad about the troubles in our native land.