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A
raindrop
spat
on
his
hat
.
He
drew
back
and
saw
an
instant
of
shower
spray
dots
over
the
grey
flags
.
Apart
.
Curious
.
Like
through
a
colander
.
I
thought
it
would
.
My
boots
were
creaking
I
remember
now
.
—
The
weather
is
changing
,
he
said
quietly
.
—
A
pity
it
did
not
keep
up
fine
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
—
Wanted
for
the
country
,
Mr
Power
said
.
There
’
s
the
sun
again
coming
out
.
Mr
Dedalus
,
peering
through
his
glasses
towards
the
veiled
sun
,
hurled
a
mute
curse
at
the
sky
.
—
It
’
s
as
uncertain
as
a
child
’
s
bottom
,
he
said
.
—
We
’
re
off
again
.
The
carriage
turned
again
its
stiff
wheels
and
their
trunks
swayed
gently
.
Martin
Cunningham
twirled
more
quickly
the
peak
of
his
beard
.
—
Tom
Kernan
was
immense
last
night
,
he
said
.
And
Paddy
Leonard
taking
him
off
to
his
face
.
—
O
,
draw
him
out
,
Martin
,
Mr
Power
said
eagerly
.
