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—
The
O
’
Connell
circle
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
about
him
.
Mr
Power
’
s
soft
eyes
went
up
to
the
apex
of
the
lofty
cone
.
—
He
’
s
at
rest
,
he
said
,
in
the
middle
of
his
people
,
old
Dan
O
’
.
But
his
heart
is
buried
in
Rome
.
How
many
broken
hearts
are
buried
here
,
Simon
!
—
Her
grave
is
over
there
,
Jack
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
.
I
’
ll
soon
be
stretched
beside
her
.
Let
Him
take
me
whenever
He
likes
.
Breaking
down
,
he
began
to
weep
to
himself
quietly
,
stumbling
a
little
in
his
walk
.
Mr
Power
took
his
arm
.
—
She
’
s
better
where
she
is
,
he
said
kindly
.
—
I
suppose
so
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
with
a
weak
gasp
.
I
suppose
she
is
in
heaven
if
there
is
a
heaven
.
Corny
Kelleher
stepped
aside
from
his
rank
and
allowed
the
mourners
to
plod
by
.
—
Sad
occasions
,
Mr
Kernan
began
politely
.
Mr
Bloom
closed
his
eyes
and
sadly
twice
bowed
his
head
.
