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O
’
Molloy
pulled
a
long
face
and
walked
on
silently
.
They
caught
up
on
the
others
and
walked
abreast
.
—
When
they
have
eaten
the
brawn
and
the
bread
and
wiped
their
twenty
fingers
in
the
paper
the
bread
was
wrapped
in
they
go
nearer
to
the
railings
.
—
Something
for
you
,
the
professor
explained
to
Myles
Crawford
.
Two
old
Dublin
women
on
the
top
of
Nelson
’
s
pillar
.
SOME
COLUMN
!
—
THAT
’
S
WHAT
WADDLER
ONE
SAID
—
That
’
s
new
,
Myles
Crawford
said
.
That
’
s
copy
.
Out
for
the
waxies
’
Dargle
.
Two
old
trickies
,
what
?
—
But
they
are
afraid
the
pillar
will
fall
,
Stephen
went
on
.
They
see
the
roofs
and
argue
about
where
the
different
churches
are
:
Rathmines
’
blue
dome
,
Adam
and
Eve
’
s
,
saint
Laurence
O
’
Toole
’
s
.
But
it
makes
them
giddy
to
look
so
they
pull
up
their
skirts
.
.
.
THOSE
SLIGHTLY
RAMBUNCTIOUS
FEMALES
—
Easy
all
,
Myles
Crawford
said
.
No
poetic
licence
.
We
’
re
in
the
archdiocese
here
.
—
And
settle
down
on
their
striped
petticoats
,
peering
up
at
the
statue
of
the
onehandled
adulterer
.
—
Onehandled
adulterer
!
the
professor
cried
.
I
like
that
.
I
see
the
idea
.
I
see
what
you
mean
.
