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He
looked
towards
the
saloon
door
.
—
I
see
you
have
moved
the
piano
.
—
The
tuner
was
in
today
,
miss
Douce
replied
,
tuning
it
for
the
smoking
concert
and
I
never
heard
such
an
exquisite
player
.
—
Is
that
a
fact
?
—
Didn
’
t
he
,
miss
Kennedy
?
The
real
classical
,
you
know
.
And
blind
too
,
poor
fellow
.
Not
twenty
I
’
m
sure
he
was
.
—
Is
that
a
fact
?
Mr
Dedalus
said
.
He
drank
and
strayed
away
.
—
So
sad
to
look
at
his
face
,
miss
Douce
condoled
.
God
’
s
curse
on
bitch
’
s
bastard
.
Tink
to
her
pity
cried
a
diner
’
s
bell
.
To
the
door
of
the
bar
and
diningroom
came
bald
Pat
,
came
bothered
Pat
,
came
Pat
,
waiter
of
Ormond
.
Lager
for
diner
.
Lager
without
alacrity
she
served
.
