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Eileen
had
long
white
hands
.
One
evening
when
playing
tig
she
had
put
her
hands
over
his
eyes
:
long
and
white
and
thin
and
cold
and
soft
.
That
was
ivory
:
a
cold
white
thing
.
That
was
the
meaning
of
TOWER
OF
IVORY
.
--
The
story
is
very
short
and
sweet
,
Mr
Casey
said
.
It
was
one
day
down
in
Arklow
,
a
cold
bitter
day
,
not
long
before
the
chief
died
.
May
God
have
mercy
on
him
!
He
closed
his
eyes
wearily
and
paused
.
Mr
Dedalus
took
a
bone
from
his
plate
and
tore
some
meat
from
it
with
his
teeth
,
saying
:
--
Before
he
was
killed
,
you
mean
.
Mr
Casey
opened
his
eyes
,
sighed
and
went
on
:
--
It
was
down
in
Arklow
one
day
.
We
were
down
there
at
a
meeting
and
after
the
meeting
was
over
we
had
to
make
our
way
to
the
railway
station
through
the
crowd
.
Such
booing
and
baaing
,
man
,
you
never
heard
.
They
called
us
all
the
names
in
the
world
.
Well
there
was
one
old
lady
,
and
a
drunken
old
harridan
she
was
surely
,
that
paid
all
her
attention
to
me
.
She
kept
dancing
along
beside
me
in
the
mud
bawling
and
screaming
into
my
face
:
PRIEST-HUNTER
!
THE
PARIS
FUNDS
!
MR
FOX
!
KITTY
O'SHEA
!
--
And
what
did
you
do
,
John
?
asked
Mr
Dedalus
.
--
I
let
her
bawl
away
,
said
Mr
Casey
.
It
was
a
cold
day
and
to
keep
up
my
heart
I
had
(
saving
your
presence
,
ma'am
)
a
quid
of
Tullamore
in
my
mouth
and
sure
I
could
n't
say
a
word
in
any
case
because
my
mouth
was
full
of
tobacco
juice
.
--
Well
,
John
?
--
Well
.
I
let
her
bawl
away
,
to
her
heart
's
content
,
KITTY
O'SHEA
and
the
rest
of
it
till
at
last
she
called
that
lady
a
name
that
I
wo
n't
sully
this
Christmas
board
nor
your
ears
,
ma'am
,
nor
my
own
lips
by
repeating
.
