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To
his
home
up
above
in
the
sky
While
his
family
weeps
and
mourns
his
loss
Hoping
some
day
to
meet
him
on
high
.
I
tore
up
the
envelope
?
Yes
.
Where
did
I
put
her
letter
after
I
read
it
in
the
bath
?
He
patted
his
waistcoatpocket
.
There
all
right
.
Dear
Henry
fled
.
Before
my
patience
are
exhausted
.
National
school
.
Meade
’
s
yard
.
The
hazard
.
Only
two
there
now
.
Nodding
.
Full
as
a
tick
.
Too
much
bone
in
their
skulls
.
The
other
trotting
round
with
a
fare
.
An
hour
ago
I
was
passing
there
.
The
jarvies
raised
their
hats
.
A
pointsman
’
s
back
straightened
itself
upright
suddenly
against
a
tramway
standard
by
Mr
Bloom
’
s
window
.
Couldn
’
t
they
invent
something
automatic
so
that
the
wheel
itself
much
handier
?
Well
but
that
fellow
would
lose
his
job
then
?
Well
but
then
another
fellow
would
get
a
job
making
the
new
invention
?
Antient
concert
rooms
.
Nothing
on
there
.
A
man
in
a
buff
suit
with
a
crape
armlet
.
Not
much
grief
there
.
Quarter
mourning
.
People
in
law
perhaps
.
They
went
past
the
bleak
pulpit
of
saint
Mark
’
s
,
under
the
railway
bridge
,
past
the
Queen
’
s
theatre
:
in
silence
.
Hoardings
:
Eugene
Stratton
,
Mrs
Bandmann
Palmer
.
Could
I
go
to
see
Leah
tonight
,
I
wonder
.
I
said
I
.
Or
the
Lily
of
Killarney
?
Elster
Grimes
Opera
Company
.
Big
powerful
change
.
Wet
bright
bills
for
next
week
.
Fun
on
the
Bristol
.
Martin
Cunningham
could
work
a
pass
for
the
Gaiety
.
Have
to
stand
a
drink
or
two
.
As
broad
as
it
’
s
long
.
He
’
s
coming
in
the
afternoon
.
Her
songs
.
