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—
Expecting
every
moment
will
be
his
next
,
says
Lenehan
.
—
O
,
by
God
,
says
Ned
,
you
should
have
seen
Bloom
before
that
son
of
his
that
died
was
born
.
I
met
him
one
day
in
the
south
city
markets
buying
a
tin
of
Neave
’
s
food
six
weeks
before
the
wife
was
delivered
.
—
En
ventre
sa
mère
,
says
J
.
J
.
—
Do
you
call
that
a
man
?
says
the
citizen
.
—
I
wonder
did
he
ever
put
it
out
of
sight
,
says
Joe
.
—
Well
,
there
were
two
children
born
anyhow
,
says
Jack
Power
.
—
And
who
does
he
suspect
?
says
the
citizen
.
Gob
,
there
’
s
many
a
true
word
spoken
in
jest
.
One
of
those
mixed
middlings
he
is
.
Lying
up
in
the
hotel
Pisser
was
telling
me
once
a
month
with
headache
like
a
totty
with
her
courses
.
Do
you
know
what
I
’
m
telling
you
?
It
’
d
be
an
act
of
God
to
take
a
hold
of
a
fellow
the
like
of
that
and
throw
him
in
the
bloody
sea
.
Justifiable
homicide
,
so
it
would
.
Then
sloping
off
with
his
five
quid
without
putting
up
a
pint
of
stuff
like
a
man
.
Give
us
your
blessing
.
Not
as
much
as
would
blind
your
eye
.
—
Charity
to
the
neighbour
,
says
Martin
.
But
where
is
he
?
We
can
’
t
wait
.
—
A
wolf
in
sheep
’
s
clothing
,
says
the
citizen
.
That
’
s
what
he
is
.
Virag
from
Hungary
!
Ahasuerus
I
call
him
.
Cursed
by
God
.
