No, it wasn’t a knife. It was a narrow rectangle of … Jimmy almost laughed when he realised what it was. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it – a harmonica, shining in the morning sun. How it had got in the pocket in the first place he could only guess. Looted, like the coat itself, he supposed. The clock on Trinity College said half-past eight. Through the railings there Jimmy could see khaki figures on guard. From the roof other soldiers, snipers, were firing now and then towards Sackville Street. There was no doubt who was in charge of this part of Dublin, only a few hundred yards from the rebel headquarters.There were civilians walking in Grafton Street, and Jimmy was tempted to go down there as he had on Monday. If he went right along down Nassau Street now he might reach Ella’s house before nine. But he wanted to see the Green again. He wanted to know whether his uncle Mick … Jimmy made himself finish the thought … he wanted to know whether Mick was still alive.Jimmy made up his mind.
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