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And
then
he
added
with
rather
gallowsbird
humour
considering
his
alleged
end
:
—
As
bad
as
old
Antonio
,
For
he
left
me
on
my
ownio
.
The
face
of
a
streetwalker
glazed
and
haggard
under
a
black
straw
hat
peered
askew
round
the
door
of
the
shelter
palpably
reconnoitring
on
her
own
with
the
object
of
bringing
more
grist
to
her
mill
.
Mr
Bloom
,
scarcely
knowing
which
way
to
look
,
turned
away
on
the
moment
flusterfied
but
outwardly
calm
,
and
,
picking
up
from
the
table
the
pink
sheet
of
the
Abbey
street
organ
which
the
jarvey
,
if
such
he
was
,
had
laid
aside
,
he
picked
it
up
and
looked
at
the
pink
of
the
paper
though
why
pink
.
His
reason
for
so
doing
was
he
recognised
on
the
moment
round
the
door
the
same
face
he
had
caught
a
fleeting
glimpse
of
that
afternoon
on
Ormond
quay
,
the
partially
idiotic
female
,
namely
,
of
the
lane
who
knew
the
lady
in
the
brown
costume
does
be
with
you
(
Mrs
B
.
)
and
begged
the
chance
of
his
washing
.
Also
why
washing
which
seemed
rather
vague
than
not
,
your
washing
.
Still
candour
compelled
him
to
admit
he
had
washed
his
wife
’
s
undergarments
when
soiled
in
Holles
street
and
women
would
and
did
too
a
man
’
s
similar
garments
initialled
with
Bewley
and
Draper
’
s
marking
ink
(
hers
were
,
that
is
)
if
they
really
loved
him
,
that
is
to
say
,
love
me
,
love
my
dirty
shirt
.
Still
just
then
,
being
on
tenterhooks
,
he
desired
the
female
’
s
room
more
than
her
company
so
it
came
as
a
genuine
relief
when
the
keeper
made
her
a
rude
sign
to
take
herself
off
.
Round
the
side
of
the
Evening
Telegraph
he
just
caught
a
fleeting
glimpse
of
her
face
round
the
side
of
the
door
with
a
kind
of
demented
glassy
grin
showing
that
she
was
not
exactly
all
there
,
viewing
with
evident
amusement
the
group
of
gazers
round
skipper
Murphy
’
s
nautical
chest
and
then
there
was
no
more
of
her
.
—
The
gunboat
,
the
keeper
said
.
—
It
beats
me
,
Mr
Bloom
confided
to
Stephen
,
medically
I
am
speaking
,
how
a
wretched
creature
like
that
from
the
Lock
hospital
reeking
with
disease
can
be
barefaced
enough
to
solicit
or
how
any
man
in
his
sober
senses
,
if
he
values
his
health
in
the
least
.
Unfortunate
creature
!
Of
course
I
suppose
some
man
is
ultimately
responsible
for
her
condition
.
Still
no
matter
what
the
cause
is
from
.
.
.
Stephen
had
not
noticed
her
and
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
merely
remarking
:
—
In
this
country
people
sell
much
more
than
she
ever
had
and
do
a
roaring
trade
.
Fear
not
them
that
sell
the
body
but
have
not
power
to
buy
the
soul
.
She
is
a
bad
merchant
.
She
buys
dear
and
sells
cheap
.
The
elder
man
,
though
not
by
any
manner
of
means
an
old
maid
or
a
prude
,
said
it
was
nothing
short
of
a
crying
scandal
that
ought
to
be
put
a
stop
to
instanter
to
say
that
women
of
that
stamp
(
quite
apart
from
any
oldmaidish
squeamishness
on
the
subject
)
,
a
necessary
evil
,
were
not
licensed
and
medically
inspected
by
the
proper
authorities
,
a
thing
,
he
could
truthfully
state
,
he
,
as
a
paterfamilias
,
was
a
stalwart
advocate
of
from
the
very
first
start
.
Whoever
embarked
on
a
policy
of
the
sort
,
he
said
,
and
ventilated
the
matter
thoroughly
would
confer
a
lasting
boon
on
everybody
concerned
.
