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—
Eight
plums
a
penny
!
Eight
for
a
penny
!
—
We
had
better
look
a
little
serious
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
Mr
Dedalus
sighed
.
—
Ah
then
indeed
,
he
said
,
poor
little
Paddy
wouldn
’
t
grudge
us
a
laugh
.
Many
a
good
one
he
told
himself
.
—
The
Lord
forgive
me
!
Mr
Power
said
,
wiping
his
wet
eyes
with
his
fingers
.
Poor
Paddy
!
I
little
thought
a
week
ago
when
I
saw
him
last
and
he
was
in
his
usual
health
that
I
’
d
be
driving
after
him
like
this
.
He
’
s
gone
from
us
.
—
As
decent
a
little
man
as
ever
wore
a
hat
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
.
He
went
very
suddenly
.
—
Breakdown
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
Heart
.
He
tapped
his
chest
sadly
.
Blazing
face
:
redhot
.
Too
much
John
Barleycorn
.
Cure
for
a
red
nose
.
Drink
like
the
devil
till
it
turns
adelite
.
A
lot
of
money
he
spent
colouring
it
.
Mr
Power
gazed
at
the
passing
houses
with
rueful
apprehension
.
