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Jingle
a
tinkle
jaunted
.
Bloom
heard
a
jing
,
a
little
sound
.
He
’
s
off
.
Light
sob
of
breath
Bloom
sighed
on
the
silent
bluehued
flowers
.
Jingling
.
He
’
s
gone
.
Jingle
.
Hear
.
—
Love
and
War
,
Ben
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
.
God
be
with
old
times
.
Miss
Douce
’
s
brave
eyes
,
unregarded
,
turned
from
the
crossblind
,
smitten
by
sunlight
.
Gone
.
Pensive
(
who
knows
?
)
,
smitten
(
the
smiting
light
)
,
she
lowered
the
dropblind
with
a
sliding
cord
.
She
drew
down
pensive
(
why
did
he
go
so
quick
when
I
?
)
about
her
bronze
,
over
the
bar
where
bald
stood
by
sister
gold
,
inexquisite
contrast
,
contrast
inexquisite
nonexquisite
,
slow
cool
dim
seagreen
sliding
depth
of
shadow
,
eau
de
Nil
.
—
Poor
old
Goodwin
was
the
pianist
that
night
,
Father
Cowley
reminded
them
.
There
was
a
slight
difference
of
opinion
between
himself
and
the
Collard
grand
.
There
was
.
—
A
symposium
all
his
own
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
.
The
devil
wouldn
’
t
stop
him
.
He
was
a
crotchety
old
fellow
in
the
primary
stage
of
drink
.
—
God
,
do
you
remember
?
Ben
bulky
Dollard
said
,
turning
from
the
punished
keyboard
.
And
by
Japers
I
had
no
wedding
garment
.
They
laughed
all
three
.
He
had
no
wed
.
All
trio
laughed
.
No
wedding
garment
.
