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—
I
believe
so
,
Mr
Kernan
answered
.
But
the
policy
was
heavily
mortgaged
.
Martin
is
trying
to
get
the
youngster
into
Artane
.
—
How
many
children
did
he
leave
?
—
Five
.
Ned
Lambert
says
he
’
ll
try
to
get
one
of
the
girls
into
Todd
’
s
.
—
A
sad
case
,
Mr
Bloom
said
gently
.
Five
young
children
.
—
A
great
blow
to
the
poor
wife
,
Mr
Kernan
added
.
—
Indeed
yes
,
Mr
Bloom
agreed
.
Has
the
laugh
at
him
now
.
He
looked
down
at
the
boots
he
had
blacked
and
polished
.
She
had
outlived
him
.
Lost
her
husband
.
More
dead
for
her
than
for
me
.
One
must
outlive
the
other
.
Wise
men
say
.
There
are
more
women
than
men
in
the
world
.
Condole
with
her
.
Your
terrible
loss
.
I
hope
you
’
ll
soon
follow
him
.
For
Hindu
widows
only
.
She
would
marry
another
.
Him
?
No
.
Yet
who
knows
after
.
Widowhood
not
the
thing
since
the
old
queen
died
.
Drawn
on
a
guncarriage
.
Victoria
and
Albert
.
Frogmore
memorial
mourning
.
But
in
the
end
she
put
a
few
violets
in
her
bonnet
.
Vain
in
her
heart
of
hearts
.
All
for
a
shadow
.
Consort
not
even
a
king
.
Her
son
was
the
substance
.
Something
new
to
hope
for
not
like
the
past
she
wanted
back
,
waiting
.
It
never
comes
.
One
must
go
first
:
alone
,
under
the
ground
:
and
lie
no
more
in
her
warm
bed
.
—
How
are
you
,
Simon
?
Ned
Lambert
said
softly
,
clasping
hands
.
Haven
’
t
seen
you
for
a
month
of
Sundays
.
—
Never
better
.
How
are
all
in
Cork
’
s
own
town
?
