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Blazes
Boylan
looked
into
the
cut
of
her
blouse
.
A
young
pullet
.
He
took
a
red
carnation
from
the
tall
stemglass
.
—
This
for
me
?
he
asked
gallantly
.
The
blond
girl
glanced
sideways
at
him
,
got
up
regardless
,
with
his
tie
a
bit
crooked
,
blushing
.
—
Yes
,
sir
,
she
said
.
Bending
archly
she
reckoned
again
fat
pears
and
blushing
peaches
.
Blazes
Boylan
looked
in
her
blouse
with
more
favour
,
the
stalk
of
the
red
flower
between
his
smiling
teeth
.
—
May
I
say
a
word
to
your
telephone
,
missy
?
he
asked
roguishly
.
*
*
*
—
Ma
!
Almidano
Artifoni
said
.
He
gazed
over
Stephen
’
s
shoulder
at
Goldsmith
’
s
knobby
poll
.
