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—
John
O
’
Connell
,
Mr
Power
said
pleased
.
He
never
forgets
a
friend
.
Mr
O
’
Connell
shook
all
their
hands
in
silence
.
Mr
Dedalus
said
:
—
I
am
come
to
pay
you
another
visit
.
—
My
dear
Simon
,
the
caretaker
answered
in
a
low
voice
.
I
don
’
t
want
your
custom
at
all
.
Saluting
Ned
Lambert
and
John
Henry
Menton
he
walked
on
at
Martin
Cunningham
’
s
side
puzzling
two
long
keys
at
his
back
.
—
Did
you
hear
that
one
,
he
asked
them
,
about
Mulcahy
from
the
Coombe
?
—
I
did
not
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
They
bent
their
silk
hats
in
concert
and
Hynes
inclined
his
ear
.
The
caretaker
hung
his
thumbs
in
the
loops
of
his
gold
watchchain
and
spoke
in
a
discreet
tone
to
their
vacant
smiles
.
—
They
tell
the
story
,
he
said
,
that
two
drunks
came
out
here
one
foggy
evening
to
look
for
the
grave
of
a
friend
of
theirs
.
They
asked
for
Mulcahy
from
the
Coombe
and
were
told
where
he
was
buried
.
After
traipsing
about
in
the
fog
they
found
the
grave
sure
enough
.
One
of
the
drunks
spelt
out
the
name
:
Terence
Mulcahy
.
The
other
drunk
was
blinking
up
at
a
statue
of
Our
Saviour
the
widow
had
got
put
up
.
The
caretaker
blinked
up
at
one
of
the
sepulchres
they
passed
.
He
resumed
:
