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She
sipped
distastefully
her
brew
,
hot
tea
,
a
sip
,
sipped
,
sweet
tea
.
—
Here
he
was
,
miss
Douce
said
,
cocking
her
bronze
head
three
quarters
,
ruffling
her
nosewings
.
Hufa
!
Hufa
!
Shrill
shriek
of
laughter
sprang
from
miss
Kennedy
’
s
throat
.
Miss
Douce
huffed
and
snorted
down
her
nostrils
that
quivered
imperthnthn
like
a
snout
in
quest
.
—
O
!
shrieking
,
miss
Kennedy
cried
.
Will
you
ever
forget
his
goggle
eye
?
Miss
Douce
chimed
in
in
deep
bronze
laughter
,
shouting
:
—
And
your
other
eye
!
Bloowhose
dark
eye
read
Aaron
Figatner
’
s
name
.
Why
do
I
always
think
Figather
?
Gathering
figs
,
I
think
.
And
Prosper
Loré
’
s
huguenot
name
.
By
Bassi
’
s
blessed
virgins
Bloom
’
s
dark
eyes
went
by
.
Bluerobed
,
white
under
,
come
to
me
.
God
they
believe
she
is
:
or
goddess
.
Those
today
.
I
could
not
see
.
That
fellow
spoke
.
A
student
.
After
with
Dedalus
’
son
.
He
might
be
Mulligan
.
All
comely
virgins
.
That
brings
those
rakes
of
fellows
in
:
her
white
.
By
went
his
eyes
.
The
sweets
of
sin
.
Sweet
are
the
sweets
.
Of
sin
.
