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Dante
looked
terribly
angry
and
repeated
while
they
laughed
:
--
Very
nice
!
Ha
!
Very
nice
!
It
was
not
nice
about
the
spit
in
the
woman
's
eye
.
But
what
was
the
name
the
woman
had
called
Kitty
O'Shea
that
Mr
Casey
would
not
repeat
?
He
thought
of
Mr
Casey
walking
through
the
crowds
of
people
and
making
speeches
from
a
wagonette
.
That
was
what
he
had
been
in
prison
for
and
he
remembered
that
one
night
Sergeant
O'Neill
had
come
to
the
house
and
had
stood
in
the
hall
,
talking
in
a
low
voice
with
his
father
and
chewing
nervously
at
the
chinstrap
of
his
cap
.
And
that
night
Mr
Casey
had
not
gone
to
Dublin
by
train
but
a
car
had
come
to
the
door
and
he
had
heard
his
father
say
something
about
the
Cabinteely
road
.
He
was
for
Ireland
and
Parnell
and
so
was
his
father
:
and
so
was
Dante
too
for
one
night
at
the
band
on
the
esplanade
she
had
hit
a
gentleman
on
the
head
with
her
umbrella
because
he
had
taken
off
his
hat
when
the
band
played
GOD
SAVE
THE
QUEEN
at
the
end
.
Mr
Dedalus
gave
a
snort
of
contempt
.
--
Ah
,
John
,
he
said
.
It
is
true
for
them
.
We
are
an
unfortunate
priest-ridden
race
and
always
were
and
always
will
be
till
the
end
of
the
chapter
.
Uncle
Charles
shook
his
head
,
saying
:
--
A
bad
business
!
A
bad
business
!
