-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Улисс
-
- Стр. 474/821
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
—
Remanded
,
says
J
.
J
.
One
of
the
bottlenosed
fraternity
it
was
went
by
the
name
of
James
Wought
alias
Saphiro
alias
Spark
and
Spiro
,
put
an
ad
in
the
papers
saying
he
’
d
give
a
passage
to
Canada
for
twenty
bob
.
What
?
Do
you
see
any
green
in
the
white
of
my
eye
?
Course
it
was
a
bloody
barney
.
What
?
Swindled
them
all
,
skivvies
and
badhachs
from
the
county
Meath
,
ay
,
and
his
own
kidney
too
.
J
.
J
.
was
telling
us
there
was
an
ancient
Hebrew
Zaretsky
or
something
weeping
in
the
witnessbox
with
his
hat
on
him
,
swearing
by
the
holy
Moses
he
was
stuck
for
two
quid
.
—
Who
tried
the
case
?
says
Joe
.
—
Recorder
,
says
Ned
.
—
Poor
old
sir
Frederick
,
says
Alf
,
you
can
cod
him
up
to
the
two
eyes
.
—
Heart
as
big
as
a
lion
,
says
Ned
.
Tell
him
a
tale
of
woe
about
arrears
of
rent
and
a
sick
wife
and
a
squad
of
kids
and
,
faith
,
he
’
ll
dissolve
in
tears
on
the
bench
.
—
Ay
,
says
Alf
.
Reuben
J
was
bloody
lucky
he
didn
’
t
clap
him
in
the
dock
the
other
day
for
suing
poor
little
Gumley
that
’
s
minding
stones
,
for
the
corporation
there
near
Butt
bridge
.
And
he
starts
taking
off
the
old
recorder
letting
on
to
cry
:
—
A
most
scandalous
thing
!
This
poor
hardworking
man
!
How
many
children
?
Ten
,
did
you
say
?
—
Yes
,
your
worship
.
And
my
wife
has
the
typhoid
.
