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And
they
all
looked
was
it
sheet
lightning
but
Tommy
saw
it
too
over
the
trees
beside
the
church
,
blue
and
then
green
and
purple
.
—
It
’
s
fireworks
,
Cissy
Caffrey
said
.
And
they
all
ran
down
the
strand
to
see
over
the
houses
and
the
church
,
helterskelter
,
Edy
with
the
pushcar
with
baby
Boardman
in
it
and
Cissy
holding
Tommy
and
Jacky
by
the
hand
so
they
wouldn
’
t
fall
running
.
—
Come
on
,
Gerty
,
Cissy
called
.
It
’
s
the
bazaar
fireworks
.
But
Gerty
was
adamant
.
She
had
no
intention
of
being
at
their
beck
and
call
.
If
they
could
run
like
rossies
she
could
sit
so
she
said
she
could
see
from
where
she
was
.
The
eyes
that
were
fastened
upon
her
set
her
pulses
tingling
.
She
looked
at
him
a
moment
,
meeting
his
glance
,
and
a
light
broke
in
upon
her
.
Whitehot
passion
was
in
that
face
,
passion
silent
as
the
grave
,
and
it
had
made
her
his
.
At
last
they
were
left
alone
without
the
others
to
pry
and
pass
remarks
and
she
knew
he
could
be
trusted
to
the
death
,
steadfast
,
a
sterling
man
,
a
man
of
inflexible
honour
to
his
fingertips
.
His
hands
and
face
were
working
and
a
tremour
went
over
her
.
She
leaned
back
far
to
look
up
where
the
fireworks
were
and
she
caught
her
knee
in
her
hands
so
as
not
to
fall
back
looking
up
and
there
was
no
-
one
to
see
only
him
and
her
when
she
revealed
all
her
graceful
beautifully
shaped
legs
like
that
,
supply
soft
and
delicately
rounded
,
and
she
seemed
to
hear
the
panting
of
his
heart
,
his
hoarse
breathing
,
because
she
knew
too
about
the
passion
of
men
like
that
,
hotblooded
,
because
Bertha
Supple
told
her
once
in
dead
secret
and
made
her
swear
she
’
d
never
about
the
gentleman
lodger
that
was
staying
with
them
out
of
the
Congested
Districts
Board
that
had
pictures
cut
out
of
papers
of
those
skirtdancers
and
highkickers
and
she
said
he
used
to
do
something
not
very
nice
that
you
could
imagine
sometimes
in
the
bed
.
But
this
was
altogether
different
from
a
thing
like
that
because
there
was
all
the
difference
because
she
could
almost
feel
him
draw
her
face
to
his
and
the
first
quick
hot
touch
of
his
handsome
lips
.
Besides
there
was
absolution
so
long
as
you
didn
’
t
do
the
other
thing
before
being
married
and
there
ought
to
be
women
priests
that
would
understand
without
your
telling
out
and
Cissy
Caffrey
too
sometimes
had
that
dreamy
kind
of
dreamy
look
in
her
eyes
so
that
she
too
,
my
dear
,
and
Winny
Rippingham
so
mad
about
actors
’
photographs
and
besides
it
was
on
account
of
that
other
thing
coming
on
the
way
it
did
.
And
Jacky
Caffrey
shouted
to
look
,
there
was
another
and
she
leaned
back
and
the
garters
were
blue
to
match
on
account
of
the
transparent
and
they
all
saw
it
and
they
all
shouted
to
look
,
look
,
there
it
was
and
she
leaned
back
ever
so
far
to
see
the
fireworks
and
something
queer
was
flying
through
the
air
,
a
soft
thing
,
to
and
fro
,
dark
.
And
she
saw
a
long
Roman
candle
going
up
over
the
trees
,
up
,
up
,
and
,
in
the
tense
hush
,
they
were
all
breathless
with
excitement
as
it
went
higher
and
higher
and
she
had
to
lean
back
more
and
more
to
look
up
after
it
,
high
,
high
,
almost
out
of
sight
,
and
her
face
was
suffused
with
a
divine
,
an
entrancing
blush
from
straining
back
and
he
could
see
her
other
things
too
,
nainsook
knickers
,
the
fabric
that
caresses
the
skin
,
better
than
those
other
pettiwidth
,
the
green
,
four
and
eleven
,
on
account
of
being
white
and
she
let
him
and
she
saw
that
he
saw
and
then
it
went
so
high
it
went
out
of
sight
a
moment
and
she
was
trembling
in
every
limb
from
being
bent
so
far
back
that
he
had
a
full
view
high
up
above
her
knee
where
no
-
one
ever
not
even
on
the
swing
or
wading
and
she
wasn
’
t
ashamed
and
he
wasn
’
t
either
to
look
in
that
immodest
way
like
that
because
he
couldn
’
t
resist
the
sight
of
the
wondrous
revealment
half
offered
like
those
skirtdancers
behaving
so
immodest
before
gentlemen
looking
and
he
kept
on
looking
,
looking
.
She
would
fain
have
cried
to
him
chokingly
,
held
out
her
snowy
slender
arms
to
him
to
come
,
to
feel
his
lips
laid
on
her
white
brow
,
the
cry
of
a
young
girl
’
s
love
,
a
little
strangled
cry
,
wrung
from
her
,
that
cry
that
has
rung
through
the
ages
.
And
then
a
rocket
sprang
and
bang
shot
blind
blank
and
O
!
then
the
Roman
candle
burst
and
it
was
like
a
sigh
of
O
!
and
everyone
cried
O
!
O
!
in
raptures
and
it
gushed
out
of
it
a
stream
of
rain
gold
hair
threads
and
they
shed
and
ah
!
they
were
all
greeny
dewy
stars
falling
with
golden
,
O
so
lovely
,
O
,
soft
,
sweet
,
soft
!
Then
all
melted
away
dewily
in
the
grey
air
:
all
was
silent
.
Ah
!
She
glanced
at
him
as
she
bent
forward
quickly
,
a
pathetic
little
glance
of
piteous
protest
,
of
shy
reproach
under
which
he
coloured
like
a
girl
.
He
was
leaning
back
against
the
rock
behind
.
Leopold
Bloom
(
for
it
is
he
)
stands
silent
,
with
bowed
head
before
those
young
guileless
eyes
.
What
a
brute
he
had
been
!
At
it
again
?
A
fair
unsullied
soul
had
called
to
him
and
,
wretch
that
he
was
,
how
had
he
answered
?
An
utter
cad
he
had
been
!
He
of
all
men
!
But
there
was
an
infinite
store
of
mercy
in
those
eyes
,
for
him
too
a
word
of
pardon
even
though
he
had
erred
and
sinned
and
wandered
.
Should
a
girl
tell
?
No
,
a
thousand
times
no
.
That
was
their
secret
,
only
theirs
,
alone
in
the
hiding
twilight
and
there
was
none
to
know
or
tell
save
the
little
bat
that
flew
so
softly
through
the
evening
to
and
fro
and
little
bats
don
’
t
tell
.
Cissy
Caffrey
whistled
,
imitating
the
boys
in
the
football
field
to
show
what
a
great
person
she
was
:
and
then
she
cried
:
