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Haja
ja
ja
haja
.
Cissy
wiped
his
little
mouth
with
the
dribbling
bib
and
wanted
him
to
sit
up
properly
and
say
pa
pa
pa
but
when
she
undid
the
strap
she
cried
out
,
holy
saint
Denis
,
that
he
was
possing
wet
and
to
double
the
half
blanket
the
other
way
under
him
.
Of
course
his
infant
majesty
was
most
obstreperous
at
such
toilet
formalities
and
he
let
everyone
know
it
:
—
Habaa
baaaahabaaa
baaaa
.
And
two
great
big
lovely
big
tears
coursing
down
his
cheeks
.
It
was
all
no
use
soothering
him
with
no
,
nono
,
baby
,
no
and
telling
him
about
the
geegee
and
where
was
the
puffpuff
but
Ciss
,
always
readywitted
,
gave
him
in
his
mouth
the
teat
of
the
suckingbottle
and
the
young
heathen
was
quickly
appeased
.
Gerty
wished
to
goodness
they
would
take
their
squalling
baby
home
out
of
that
and
not
get
on
her
nerves
,
no
hour
to
be
out
,
and
the
little
brats
of
twins
.
She
gazed
out
towards
the
distant
sea
.
It
was
like
the
paintings
that
man
used
to
do
on
the
pavement
with
all
the
coloured
chalks
and
such
a
pity
too
leaving
them
there
to
be
all
blotted
out
,
the
evening
and
the
clouds
coming
out
and
the
Bailey
light
on
Howth
and
to
hear
the
music
like
that
and
the
perfume
of
those
incense
they
burned
in
the
church
like
a
kind
of
waft
.
And
while
she
gazed
her
heart
went
pitapat
.
Yes
,
it
was
her
he
was
looking
at
,
and
there
was
meaning
in
his
look
.
His
eyes
burned
into
her
as
though
they
would
search
her
through
and
through
,
read
her
very
soul
.
Wonderful
eyes
they
were
,
superbly
expressive
,
but
could
you
trust
them
?
People
were
so
queer
.
She
could
see
at
once
by
his
dark
eyes
and
his
pale
intellectual
face
that
he
was
a
foreigner
,
the
image
of
the
photo
she
had
of
Martin
Harvey
,
the
matinee
idol
,
only
for
the
moustache
which
she
preferred
because
she
wasn
’
t
stagestruck
like
Winny
Rippingham
that
wanted
they
two
to
always
dress
the
same
on
account
of
a
play
but
she
could
not
see
whether
he
had
an
aquiline
nose
or
a
slightly
retroussé
from
where
he
was
sitting
.
He
was
in
deep
mourning
,
she
could
see
that
,
and
the
story
of
a
haunting
sorrow
was
written
on
his
face
.
She
would
have
given
worlds
to
know
what
it
was
.
He
was
looking
up
so
intently
,
so
still
,
and
he
saw
her
kick
the
ball
and
perhaps
he
could
see
the
bright
steel
buckles
of
her
shoes
if
she
swung
them
like
that
thoughtfully
with
the
toes
down
.
She
was
glad
that
something
told
her
to
put
on
the
transparent
stockings
thinking
Reggy
Wylie
might
be
out
but
that
was
far
away
.
Here
was
that
of
which
she
had
so
often
dreamed
.
It
was
he
who
mattered
and
there
was
joy
on
her
face
because
she
wanted
him
because
she
felt
instinctively
that
he
was
like
no
-
one
else
.
The
very
heart
of
the
girlwoman
went
out
to
him
,
her
dreamhusband
,
because
she
knew
on
the
instant
it
was
him
.
If
he
had
suffered
,
more
sinned
against
than
sinning
,
or
even
,
even
,
if
he
had
been
himself
a
sinner
,
a
wicked
man
,
she
cared
not
.
Even
if
he
was
a
protestant
or
methodist
she
could
convert
him
easily
if
he
truly
loved
her
.
There
were
wounds
that
wanted
healing
with
heartbalm
.
She
was
a
womanly
woman
not
like
other
flighty
girls
unfeminine
he
had
known
,
those
cyclists
showing
off
what
they
hadn
’
t
got
and
she
just
yearned
to
know
all
,
to
forgive
all
if
she
could
make
him
fall
in
love
with
her
,
make
him
forget
the
memory
of
the
past
.
Then
mayhap
he
would
embrace
her
gently
,
like
a
real
man
,
crushing
her
soft
body
to
him
,
and
love
her
,
his
ownest
girlie
,
for
herself
alone
.
Refuge
of
sinners
.
Comfortress
of
the
afflicted
.
Ora
pro
nobis
.
Well
has
it
been
said
that
whosoever
prays
to
her
with
faith
and
constancy
can
never
be
lost
or
cast
away
:
and
fitly
is
she
too
a
haven
of
refuge
for
the
afflicted
because
of
the
seven
dolours
which
transpierced
her
own
heart
.
Gerty
could
picture
the
whole
scene
in
the
church
,
the
stained
glass
windows
lighted
up
,
the
candles
,
the
flowers
and
the
blue
banners
of
the
blessed
Virgin
’
s
sodality
and
Father
Conroy
was
helping
Canon
O
’
Hanlon
at
the
altar
,
carrying
things
in
and
out
with
his
eyes
cast
down
.
He
looked
almost
a
saint
and
his
confessionbox
was
so
quiet
and
clean
and
dark
and
his
hands
were
just
like
white
wax
and
if
ever
she
became
a
Dominican
nun
in
their
white
habit
perhaps
he
might
come
to
the
convent
for
the
novena
of
Saint
Dominic
.
He
told
her
that
time
when
she
told
him
about
that
in
confession
,
crimsoning
up
to
the
roots
of
her
hair
for
fear
he
could
see
,
not
to
be
troubled
because
that
was
only
the
voice
of
nature
and
we
were
all
subject
to
nature
’
s
laws
,
he
said
,
in
this
life
and
that
that
was
no
sin
because
that
came
from
the
nature
of
woman
instituted
by
God
,
he
said
,
and
that
Our
Blessed
Lady
herself
said
to
the
archangel
Gabriel
be
it
done
unto
me
according
to
Thy
Word
.
He
was
so
kind
and
holy
and
often
and
often
she
thought
and
thought
could
she
work
a
ruched
teacosy
with
embroidered
floral
design
for
him
as
a
present
or
a
clock
but
they
had
a
clock
she
noticed
on
the
mantelpiece
white
and
gold
with
a
canarybird
that
came
out
of
a
little
house
to
tell
the
time
the
day
she
went
there
about
the
flowers
for
the
forty
hours
’
adoration
because
it
was
hard
to
know
what
sort
of
a
present
to
give
or
perhaps
an
album
of
illuminated
views
of
Dublin
or
some
place
.
The
exasperating
little
brats
of
twins
began
to
quarrel
again
and
Jacky
threw
the
ball
out
towards
the
sea
and
they
both
ran
after
it
.
