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—
Don
’
t
you
think
his
face
is
like
Our
Saviour
?
Red
Murray
whispered
.
The
door
of
Ruttledge
’
s
office
whispered
:
ee
:
cree
.
They
always
build
one
door
opposite
another
for
the
wind
to
.
Way
in
.
Way
out
.
Our
Saviour
:
beardframed
oval
face
:
talking
in
the
dusk
.
Mary
,
Martha
.
Steered
by
an
umbrella
sword
to
the
footlights
:
Mario
the
tenor
.
—
Or
like
Mario
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
—
Yes
,
Red
Murray
agreed
.
But
Mario
was
said
to
be
the
picture
of
Our
Saviour
.
Jesusmario
with
rougy
cheeks
,
doublet
and
spindle
legs
.
Hand
on
his
heart
.
In
Martha
.
Co
-
ome
thou
lost
one
,
Co
-
ome
thou
dear
one
!
THE
CROZIER
AND
THE
PEN
—
His
grace
phoned
down
twice
this
morning
,
Red
Murray
said
gravely
.
