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—
He
had
a
sudden
death
,
poor
fellow
,
he
said
.
—
The
best
death
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
Their
wide
open
eyes
looked
at
him
.
—
No
suffering
,
he
said
.
A
moment
and
all
is
over
.
Like
dying
in
sleep
.
No
-
one
spoke
.
Dead
side
of
the
street
this
.
Dull
business
by
day
,
land
agents
,
temperance
hotel
,
Falconer
’
s
railway
guide
,
civil
service
college
,
Gill
’
s
,
catholic
club
,
the
industrious
blind
.
Why
?
Some
reason
.
Sun
or
wind
.
At
night
too
.
Chummies
and
slaveys
.
Under
the
patronage
of
the
late
Father
Mathew
.
Foundation
stone
for
Parnell
.
Breakdown
.
Heart
.
White
horses
with
white
frontlet
plumes
came
round
the
Rotunda
corner
,
galloping
.
A
tiny
coffin
flashed
by
.
In
a
hurry
to
bury
.
A
mourning
coach
.
Unmarried
.
Black
for
the
married
.
Piebald
for
bachelors
.
Dun
for
a
nun
.
—
Sad
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
A
child
.
A
dwarf
’
s
face
,
mauve
and
wrinkled
like
little
Rudy
’
s
was
.
Dwarf
’
s
body
,
weak
as
putty
,
in
a
whitelined
deal
box
.
Burial
friendly
society
pays
.
Penny
a
week
for
a
sod
of
turf
.
Our
.
Little
.
Beggar
.
Baby
.
Meant
nothing
.
Mistake
of
nature
.
If
it
’
s
healthy
it
’
s
from
the
mother
.
If
not
from
the
man
.
Better
luck
next
time
.
