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He
watched
her
dodge
through
passers
towards
the
shopfronts
.
Denis
Breen
in
skimpy
frockcoat
and
blue
canvas
shoes
shuffled
out
of
Harrison
’
s
hugging
two
heavy
tomes
to
his
ribs
.
Blown
in
from
the
bay
.
Like
old
times
.
He
suffered
her
to
overtake
him
without
surprise
and
thrust
his
dull
grey
beard
towards
her
,
his
loose
jaw
wagging
as
he
spoke
earnestly
.
Meshuggah
.
Off
his
chump
.
Mr
Bloom
walked
on
again
easily
,
seeing
ahead
of
him
in
sunlight
the
tight
skullpiece
,
the
dangling
stickumbrelladustcoat
.
Going
the
two
days
.
Watch
him
!
Out
he
goes
again
.
One
way
of
getting
on
in
the
world
.
And
that
other
old
mosey
lunatic
in
those
duds
.
Hard
time
she
must
have
with
him
.
U
.
p
:
up
.
I
’
ll
take
my
oath
that
’
s
Alf
Bergan
or
Richie
Goulding
.
Wrote
it
for
a
lark
in
the
Scotch
house
I
bet
anything
.
Round
to
Menton
’
s
office
.
His
oyster
eyes
staring
at
the
postcard
.
Be
a
feast
for
the
gods
.
He
passed
the
Irish
Times
.
There
might
be
other
answers
lying
there
.
Like
to
answer
them
all
.
Good
system
for
criminals
.
Code
.
At
their
lunch
now
.
Clerk
with
the
glasses
there
doesn
’
t
know
me
.
O
,
leave
them
there
to
simmer
.
Enough
bother
wading
through
fortyfour
of
them
.
Wanted
,
smart
lady
typist
to
aid
gentleman
in
literary
work
.
I
called
you
naughty
darling
because
I
do
not
like
that
other
world
.
Please
tell
me
what
is
the
meaning
.
Please
tell
me
what
perfume
does
your
wife
.
Tell
me
who
made
the
world
.
The
way
they
spring
those
questions
on
you
.
And
the
other
one
Lizzie
Twigg
.
My
literary
efforts
have
had
the
good
fortune
to
meet
with
the
approval
of
the
eminent
poet
A
.
E
.
(
Mr
Geo
.
Russell
)
.
No
time
to
do
her
hair
drinking
sloppy
tea
with
a
book
of
poetry
.
Best
paper
by
long
chalks
for
a
small
ad
.
Got
the
provinces
now
.
Cook
and
general
,
exc
.
cuisine
,
housemaid
kept
.
Wanted
live
man
for
spirit
counter
.
Resp
.
girl
(
R
.
C
.
)
wishes
to
hear
of
post
in
fruit
or
pork
shop
.
James
Carlisle
made
that
.
Six
and
a
half
per
cent
dividend
.
Made
a
big
deal
on
Coates
’
s
shares
.
Ca
’
canny
.
Cunning
old
Scotch
hunks
.
All
the
toady
news
.
Our
gracious
and
popular
vicereine
.
Bought
the
Irish
Field
now
.
Lady
Mountcashel
has
quite
recovered
after
her
confinement
and
rode
out
with
the
Ward
Union
staghounds
at
the
enlargement
yesterday
at
Rathoath
.
Uneatable
fox
.
Pothunters
too
.
Fear
injects
juices
make
it
tender
enough
for
them
.
Riding
astride
.
Sit
her
horse
like
a
man
.
Weightcarrying
huntress
.
No
sidesaddle
or
pillion
for
her
,
not
for
Joe
.
First
to
the
meet
and
in
at
the
death
.
Strong
as
a
brood
mare
some
of
those
horsey
women
.
Swagger
around
livery
stables
.
Toss
off
a
glass
of
brandy
neat
while
you
’
d
say
knife
.
That
one
at
the
Grosvenor
this
morning
.
Up
with
her
on
the
car
:
wishswish
.
Stonewall
or
fivebarred
gate
put
her
mount
to
it
.
Think
that
pugnosed
driver
did
it
out
of
spite
.
Who
is
this
she
was
like
?
O
yes
!
Mrs
Miriam
Dandrade
that
sold
me
her
old
wraps
and
black
underclothes
in
the
Shelbourne
hotel
.
Divorced
Spanish
American
.
Didn
’
t
take
a
feather
out
of
her
my
handling
them
.
As
if
I
was
her
clotheshorse
.
Saw
her
in
the
viceregal
party
when
Stubbs
the
park
ranger
got
me
in
with
Whelan
of
the
Express
.
Scavenging
what
the
quality
left
.
High
tea
.
Mayonnaise
I
poured
on
the
plums
thinking
it
was
custard
.
Her
ears
ought
to
have
tingled
for
a
few
weeks
after
.
Want
to
be
a
bull
for
her
.
Born
courtesan
.
No
nursery
work
for
her
,
thanks
.
Poor
Mrs
Purefoy
!
Methodist
husband
.
Method
in
his
madness
.
Saffron
bun
and
milk
and
soda
lunch
in
the
educational
dairy
.
Y
.
M
.
C
.
A
.
Eating
with
a
stopwatch
,
thirtytwo
chews
to
the
minute
.
And
still
his
muttonchop
whiskers
grew
.
Supposed
to
be
well
connected
.
Theodore
’
s
cousin
in
Dublin
Castle
.
One
tony
relative
in
every
family
.
Hardy
annuals
he
presents
her
with
.
Saw
him
out
at
the
Three
Jolly
Topers
marching
along
bareheaded
and
his
eldest
boy
carrying
one
in
a
marketnet
.
The
squallers
.
Poor
thing
!
Then
having
to
give
the
breast
year
after
year
all
hours
of
the
night
.
Selfish
those
t
.
t
’
s
are
.
Dog
in
the
manger
.
Only
one
lump
of
sugar
in
my
tea
,
if
you
please
.
He
stood
at
Fleet
street
crossing
.
Luncheon
interval
.
A
sixpenny
at
Rowe
’
s
?
Must
look
up
that
ad
in
the
national
library
.
An
eightpenny
in
the
Burton
.
Better
.
On
my
way
.
