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Two
carfuls
of
tourists
passed
slowly
,
their
women
sitting
fore
,
gripping
the
handrests
.
Palefaces
.
Men
’
s
arms
frankly
round
their
stunted
forms
.
They
looked
from
Trinity
to
the
blind
columned
porch
of
the
bank
of
Ireland
where
pigeons
roocoocooed
.
—
Anch
’
io
ho
avuto
di
queste
idee
,
Almidano
Artifoni
said
,
quand
’
ero
giovine
come
Lei
.
Eppoi
mi
sono
convinto
che
il
mondo
è
una
bestia
.
È
peccato
.
Perchè
la
sua
voce
.
.
.
sarebbe
un
cespite
di
rendita
,
via
.
Invece
,
Lei
si
sacrifica
.
—
Sacrifizio
incruento
,
Stephen
said
smiling
,
swaying
his
ashplant
in
slow
swingswong
from
its
midpoint
,
lightly
.
—
Speriamo
,
the
round
mustachioed
face
said
pleasantly
.
Ma
,
dia
retta
a
me
.
Ci
rifletta
.
By
the
stern
stone
hand
of
Grattan
,
bidding
halt
,
an
Inchicore
tram
unloaded
straggling
Highland
soldiers
of
a
band
.
—
Ci
rifletterò
,
Stephen
said
,
glancing
down
the
solid
trouserleg
.
—
Ma
,
sul
serio
,
eh
?
Almidano
Artifoni
said
.
His
heavy
hand
took
Stephen
’
s
firmly
.
Human
eyes
.
They
gazed
curiously
an
instant
and
turned
quickly
towards
a
Dalkey
tram
.
—
Eccolo
,
Almidano
Artifoni
said
in
friendly
haste
.
Venga
a
trovarmi
e
ci
pensi
.
Addio
,
caro
.
