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Bronze
whiteness
.
—
That
was
exceedingly
naughty
of
you
,
Mr
Dedalus
told
her
and
pressed
her
hand
indulgently
.
Tempting
poor
simple
males
.
Miss
Douce
of
satin
douced
her
arm
away
.
—
O
go
away
!
she
said
.
You
’
re
very
simple
,
I
don
’
t
think
.
He
was
.
—
Well
now
I
am
,
he
mused
.
I
looked
so
simple
in
the
cradle
they
christened
me
simple
Simon
.
—
You
must
have
been
a
doaty
,
miss
Douce
made
answer
.
And
what
did
the
doctor
order
today
?
—
Well
now
,
he
mused
,
whatever
you
say
yourself
.
I
think
I
’
ll
trouble
you
for
some
fresh
water
and
a
half
glass
of
whisky
.
Jingle
.
