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John
Henry
Menton
took
off
his
hat
,
bulged
out
the
dinge
and
smoothed
the
nap
with
care
on
his
coatsleeve
.
He
clapped
the
hat
on
his
head
again
—
It
’
s
all
right
now
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
John
Henry
Menton
jerked
his
head
down
in
acknowledgment
.
—
Thank
you
,
he
said
shortly
.
They
walked
on
towards
the
gates
.
Mr
Bloom
,
chapfallen
,
drew
behind
a
few
paces
so
as
not
to
overhear
.
Martin
laying
down
the
law
.
Martin
could
wind
a
sappyhead
like
that
round
his
little
finger
,
without
his
seeing
it
.
Oyster
eyes
.
Never
mind
.
Be
sorry
after
perhaps
when
it
dawns
on
him
.
Get
the
pull
over
him
that
way
.
Thank
you
.
How
grand
we
are
this
morning
!
IN
THE
HEART
OF
THE
HIBERNIAN
METROPOLIS
Before
Nelson
’
s
pillar
trams
slowed
,
shunted
,
changed
trolley
,
started
for
Blackrock
,
Kingstown
and
Dalkey
,
Clonskea
,
Rathgar
and
Terenure
,
Palmerston
Park
and
upper
Rathmines
,
Sandymount
Green
,
Rathmines
,
Ringsend
and
Sandymount
Tower
,
Harold
’
s
Cross
.
The
hoarse
Dublin
United
Tramway
Company
’
s
timekeeper
bawled
them
off
:
—
Rathgar
and
Terenure
!
