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—
And
Corny
Kelleher
himself
?
Mr
Power
asked
.
—
At
the
cemetery
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
—
I
met
M
’
Coy
this
morning
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
He
said
he
’
d
try
to
come
.
The
carriage
halted
short
.
—
What
’
s
wrong
?
—
We
’
re
stopped
.
—
Where
are
we
?
Mr
Bloom
put
his
head
out
of
the
window
.
—
The
grand
canal
,
he
said
.
Gasworks
.
Whooping
cough
they
say
it
cures
.
Good
job
Milly
never
got
it
.
Poor
children
!
Doubles
them
up
black
and
blue
in
convulsions
.
Shame
really
.
Got
off
lightly
with
illnesses
compared
.
Only
measles
.
Flaxseed
tea
.
Scarlatina
,
influenza
epidemics
.
Canvassing
for
death
.
Don
’
t
miss
this
chance
.
Dogs
’
home
over
there
.
Poor
old
Athos
!
Be
good
to
Athos
,
Leopold
,
is
my
last
wish
.
Thy
will
be
done
.
We
obey
them
in
the
grave
.
A
dying
scrawl
.
He
took
it
to
heart
,
pined
away
.
Quiet
brute
.
Old
men
’
s
dogs
usually
are
.
