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North
or
south
,
however
,
it
was
just
the
wellknown
case
of
hot
passion
,
pure
and
simple
,
upsetting
the
applecart
with
a
vengeance
and
just
bore
out
the
very
thing
he
was
saying
as
she
also
was
Spanish
or
half
so
,
types
that
wouldn
’
t
do
things
by
halves
,
passionate
abandon
of
the
south
,
casting
every
shred
of
decency
to
the
winds
.
—
Just
bears
out
what
I
was
saying
,
he
,
with
glowing
bosom
said
to
Stephen
,
about
blood
and
the
sun
.
And
,
if
I
don
’
t
greatly
mistake
she
was
Spanish
too
.
—
The
king
of
Spain
’
s
daughter
,
Stephen
answered
,
adding
something
or
other
rather
muddled
about
farewell
and
adieu
to
you
Spanish
onions
and
the
first
land
called
the
Deadman
and
from
Ramhead
to
Scilly
was
so
and
so
many
.
—
Was
she
?
Bloom
ejaculated
,
surprised
though
not
astonished
by
any
means
,
I
never
heard
that
rumour
before
.
Possible
,
especially
there
,
it
was
as
she
lived
there
.
So
,
Spain
.
Carefully
avoiding
a
book
in
his
pocket
Sweets
of
,
which
reminded
him
by
the
by
of
that
Capel
street
library
book
out
of
date
,
he
took
out
his
pocketbook
and
,
turning
over
the
various
contents
it
contained
rapidly
finally
he
.
—
Do
you
consider
,
by
the
by
,
he
said
,
thoughtfully
selecting
a
faded
photo
which
he
laid
on
the
table
,
that
a
Spanish
type
?
Stephen
,
obviously
addressed
,
looked
down
on
the
photo
showing
a
large
sized
lady
with
her
fleshy
charms
on
evidence
in
an
open
fashion
as
she
was
in
the
full
bloom
of
womanhood
in
evening
dress
cut
ostentatiously
low
for
the
occasion
to
give
a
liberal
display
of
bosom
,
with
more
than
vision
of
breasts
,
her
full
lips
parted
and
some
perfect
teeth
,
standing
near
,
ostensibly
with
gravity
,
a
piano
on
the
rest
of
which
was
In
Old
Madrid
,
a
ballad
,
pretty
in
its
way
,
which
was
then
all
the
vogue
.
Her
(
the
lady
’
s
)
eyes
,
dark
,
large
,
looked
at
Stephen
,
about
to
smile
about
something
to
be
admired
,
Lafayette
of
Westmoreland
street
,
Dublin
’
s
premier
photographic
artist
,
being
responsible
for
the
esthetic
execution
.
—
Mrs
Bloom
,
my
wife
the
prima
donna
Madam
Marion
Tweedy
,
Bloom
indicated
.
Taken
a
few
years
since
.
In
or
about
ninety
six
.
Very
like
her
then
.
Beside
the
young
man
he
looked
also
at
the
photo
of
the
lady
now
his
legal
wife
who
,
he
intimated
,
was
the
accomplished
daughter
of
Major
Brian
Tweedy
and
displayed
at
an
early
age
remarkable
proficiency
as
a
singer
having
even
made
her
bow
to
the
public
when
her
years
numbered
barely
sweet
sixteen
.
As
for
the
face
it
was
a
speaking
likeness
in
expression
but
it
did
not
do
justice
to
her
figure
which
came
in
for
a
lot
of
notice
usually
and
which
did
not
come
out
to
the
best
advantage
in
that
getup
.
She
could
without
difficulty
,
he
said
,
have
posed
for
the
ensemble
,
not
to
dwell
on
certain
opulent
curves
of
the
.
He
dwelt
,
being
a
bit
of
an
artist
in
his
spare
time
,
on
the
female
form
in
general
developmentally
because
,
as
it
so
happened
,
no
later
than
that
afternoon
he
had
seen
those
Grecian
statues
,
perfectly
developed
as
works
of
art
,
in
the
National
Museum
.
Marble
could
give
the
original
,
shoulders
,
back
,
all
the
symmetry
,
all
the
rest
.
Yes
,
puritanisme
,
it
does
though
,
Saint
Joseph
’
s
sovereign
thievery
alors
(
Bandez
!
)
Figne
toi
trop
.
Whereas
no
photo
could
because
it
simply
wasn
’
t
art
in
a
word
.
