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Where
?
•
Yes
because
he
never
did
a
thing
like
that
before
as
ask
to
get
his
breakfast
in
bed
with
a
couple
of
eggs
since
the
City
Arms
hotel
when
he
used
to
be
pretending
to
be
laid
up
with
a
sick
voice
doing
his
highness
to
make
himself
interesting
for
that
old
faggot
Mrs
Riordan
that
he
thought
he
had
a
great
leg
of
and
she
never
left
us
a
farthing
all
for
masses
for
herself
and
her
soul
greatest
miser
ever
was
actually
afraid
to
lay
out
4d
for
her
methylated
spirit
telling
me
all
her
ailments
she
had
too
much
old
chat
in
her
about
politics
and
earthquakes
and
the
end
of
the
world
let
us
have
a
bit
of
fun
first
God
help
the
world
if
all
the
women
were
her
sort
down
on
bathingsuits
and
lownecks
of
course
nobody
wanted
her
to
wear
them
I
suppose
she
was
pious
because
no
man
would
look
at
her
twice
I
hope
Ill
never
be
like
her
a
wonder
she
didnt
want
us
to
cover
our
faces
but
she
was
a
welleducated
woman
certainly
and
her
gabby
talk
about
Mr
Riordan
here
and
Mr
Riordan
there
I
suppose
he
was
glad
to
get
shut
of
her
and
her
dog
smelling
my
fur
and
always
edging
to
get
up
under
my
petticoats
especially
then
still
I
like
that
in
him
polite
to
old
women
like
that
and
waiters
and
beggars
too
hes
not
proud
out
of
nothing
but
not
always
if
ever
he
got
anything
really
serious
the
matter
with
him
its
much
better
for
them
to
go
into
a
hospital
where
everything
is
clean
but
I
suppose
Id
have
to
dring
it
into
him
for
a
month
yes
and
then
wed
have
a
hospital
nurse
next
thing
on
the
carpet
have
him
staying
there
till
they
throw
him
out
or
a
nun
maybe
like
the
smutty
photo
he
has
shes
as
much
a
nun
as
Im
not
yes
because
theyre
so
weak
and
puling
when
theyre
sick
they
want
a
woman
to
get
well
if
his
nose
bleeds
youd
think
it
was
O
tragic
and
that
dyinglooking
one
off
the
south
circular
when
he
sprained
his
foot
at
the
choir
party
at
the
sugarloaf
Mountain
the
day
I
wore
that
dress
Miss
Stack
bringing
him
flowers
the
worst
old
ones
she
could
find
at
the
bottom
of
the
basket
anything
at
all
to
get
into
a
mans
bedroom
with
her
old
maids
voice
trying
to
imagine
he
was
dying
on
account
of
her
to
never
see
thy
face
again
though
he
looked
more
like
a
man
with
his
beard
a
bit
grown
in
the
bed
father
was
the
same
besides
I
hate
bandaging
and
dosing
when
he
cut
his
toe
with
the
razor
paring
his
corns
afraid
hed
get
bloodpoisoning
but
if
it
was
a
thing
I
was
sick
then
wed
see
what
attention
only
of
course
the
woman
hides
it
not
to
give
all
the
trouble
they
do
yes
he
came
somewhere
Im
sure
by
his
appetite
anyway
love
its
not
or
hed
be
off
his
feed
thinking
of
her
so
either
it
was
one
of
those
night
women
if
it
was
down
there
he
was
really
and
the
hotel
story
he
made
up
a
pack
of
lies
to
hide
it
planning
it
Hynes
kept
me
who
did
I
meet
ah
yes
I
met
do
you
remember
Menton
and
who
else
who
let
me
see
that
big
babbyface
I
saw
him
and
he
not
long
married
flirting
with
a
young
girl
at
Pooles
Myriorama
and
turned
my
back
on
him
when
he
slinked
out
looking
quite
conscious
what
harm
but
he
had
the
impudence
to
make
up
to
me
one
time
well
done
to
him
mouth
almighty
and
his
boiled
eyes
of
all
the
big
stupoes
I
ever
met
and
thats
called
a
solicitor
only
for
I
hate
having
a
long
wrangle
in
bed
or
else
if
its
not
that
its
some
little
bitch
or
other
he
got
in
with
somewhere
or
picked
up
on
the
sly
if
they
only
knew
him
as
well
as
I
do
yes
because
the
day
before
yesterday
he
was
scribbling
something
a
letter
when
I
came
into
the
front
room
to
show
him
Dignams
death
in
the
paper
as
if
something
told
me
and
he
covered
it
up
with
the
blottingpaper
pretending
to
be
thinking
about
business
so
very
probably
that
was
it
to
somebody
who
thinks
she
has
a
softy
in
him
because
all
men
get
a
bit
like
that
at
his
age
especially
getting
on
to
forty
he
is
now
so
as
to
wheedle
any
money
she
can
out
of
him
no
fool
like
an
old
fool
and
then
the
usual
kissing
my
bottom
was
to
hide
it
not
that
I
care
two
straws
now
who
he
does
it
with
or
knew
before
that
way
though
Id
like
to
find
out
so
long
as
I
dont
have
the
two
of
them
under
my
nose
all
the
time
like
that
slut
that
Mary
we
had
in
Ontario
terrace
padding
out
her
false
bottom
to
excite
him
bad
enough
to
get
the
smell
of
those
painted
women
off
him
once
or
twice
I
had
a
suspicion
by
getting
him
to
come
near
me
when
I
found
the
long
hair
on
his
coat
without
that
one
when
I
went
into
the
kitchen
pretending
he
was
drinking
water
1
woman
is
not
enough
for
them
it
was
all
his
fault
of
course
ruining
servants
then
proposing
that
she
could
eat
at
our
table
on
Christmas
day
if
you
please
O
no
thank
you
not
in
my
house
stealing
my
potatoes
and
the
oysters
2
/
6
per
doz
going
out
to
see
her
aunt
if
you
please
common
robbery
so
it
was
but
I
was
sure
he
had
something
on
with
that
one
it
takes
me
to
find
out
a
thing
like
that
he
said
you
have
no
proof
it
was
her
proof
O
yes
her
aunt
was
very
fond
of
oysters
but
I
told
her
what
I
thought
of
her
suggesting
me
to
go
out
to
be
alone
with
her
I
wouldnt
lower
myself
to
spy
on
them
the
garters
I
found
in
her
room
the
Friday
she
was
out
that
was
enough
for
me
a
little
bit
too
much
her
face
swelled
up
on
her
with
temper
when
I
gave
her
her
weeks
notice
I
saw
to
that
better
do
without
them
altogether
do
out
the
rooms
myself
quicker
only
for
the
damn
cooking
and
throwing
out
the
dirt
I
gave
it
to
him
anyhow
either
she
or
me
leaves
the
house
I
couldnt
even
touch
him
if
I
thought
he
was
with
a
dirty
barefaced
liar
and
sloven
like
that
one
denying
it
up
to
my
face
and
singing
about
the
place
in
the
W
C
too
because
she
knew
she
was
too
well
off
yes
because
he
couldnt
possibly
do
without
it
that
long
so
he
must
do
it
somewhere
and
the
last
time
he
came
on
my
bottom
when
was
it
the
night
Boylan
gave
my
hand
a
great
squeeze
going
along
by
the
Tolka
in
my
hand
there
steals
another
I
just
pressed
the
back
of
his
like
that
with
my
thumb
to
squeeze
back
singing
the
young
May
moon
shes
beaming
love
because
he
has
an
idea
about
him
and
me
hes
not
such
a
fool
he
said
Im
dining
out
and
going
to
the
Gaiety
though
Im
not
going
to
give
him
the
satisfaction
in
any
case
God
knows
hes
a
change
in
a
way
not
to
be
always
and
ever
wearing
the
same
old
hat
unless
I
paid
some
nicelooking
boy
to
do
it
since
I
cant
do
it
myself
a
young
boy
would
like
me
Id
confuse
him
a
little
alone
with
him
if
we
were
Id
let
him
see
my
garters
the
new
ones
and
make
him
turn
red
looking
at
him
seduce
him
I
know
what
boys
feel
with
that
down
on
their
cheek
doing
that
frigging
drawing
out
the
thing
by
the
hour
question
and
answer
would
you
do
this
that
and
the
other
with
the
coalman
yes
with
a
bishop
yes
I
would
because
I
told
him
about
some
dean
or
bishop
was
sitting
beside
me
in
the
jews
temples
gardens
when
I
was
knitting
that
woollen
thing
a
stranger
to
Dublin
what
place
was
it
and
so
on
about
the
monuments
and
he
tired
me
out
with
statues
encouraging
him
making
him
worse
than
he
is
who
is
in
your
mind
now
tell
me
who
are
you
thinking
of
who
is
it
tell
me
his
name
who
tell
me
who
the
german
Emperor
is
it
yes
imagine
Im
him
think
of
him
can
you
feel
him
trying
to
make
a
whore
of
me
what
he
never
will
he
ought
to
give
it
up
now
at
this
age
of
his
life
simply
ruination
for
any
woman
and
no
satisfaction
in
it
pretending
to
like
it
till
he
comes
and
then
finish
it
off
myself
anyway
and
it
makes
your
lips
pale
anyhow
its
done
now
once
and
for
all
with
all
the
talk
of
the
world
about
it
people
make
its
only
the
first
time
after
that
its
just
the
ordinary
do
it
and
think
no
more
about
it
why
cant
you
kiss
a
man
without
going
and
marrying
him
first
you
sometimes
love
to
wildly
when
you
feel
that
way
so
nice
all
over
you
you
cant
help
yourself
I
wish
some
man
or
other
would
take
me
sometime
when
hes
there
and
kiss
me
in
his
arms
theres
nothing
like
a
kiss
long
and
hot
down
to
your
soul
almost
paralyses
you
then
I
hate
that
confession
when
I
used
to
go
to
Father
Corrigan
he
touched
me
father
and
what
harm
if
he
did
where
and
I
said
on
the
canal
bank
like
a
fool
but
whereabouts
on
your
person
my
child
on
the
leg
behind
high
up
was
it
yes
rather
high
up
was
it
where
you
sit
down
yes
O
Lord
couldnt
he
say
bottom
right
out
and
have
done
with
it
what
has
that
got
to
do
with
it
and
did
you
whatever
way
he
put
it
I
forget
no
father
and
I
always
think
of
the
real
father
what
did
he
want
to
know
for
when
I
already
confessed
it
to
God
he
had
a
nice
fat
hand
the
palm
moist
always
I
wouldnt
mind
feeling
it
neither
would
he
Id
say
by
the
bullneck
in
his
horsecollar
I
wonder
did
he
know
me
in
the
box
I
could
see
his
face
he
couldnt
see
mine
of
course
hed
never
turn
or
let
on
still
his
eyes
were
red
when
his
father
died
theyre
lost
for
a
woman
of
course
must
be
terrible
when
a
man
cries
let
alone
them
Id
like
to
be
embraced
by
one
in
his
vestments
and
the
smell
of
incense
off
him
like
the
pope
besides
theres
no
danger
with
a
priest
if
youre
married
hes
too
careful
about
himself
then
give
something
to
H
H
the
pope
for
a
penance
I
wonder
was
he
satisfied
with
me
one
thing
I
didnt
like
his
slapping
me
behind
going
away
so
familiarly
in
the
hall
though
I
laughed
Im
not
a
horse
or
an
ass
am
I
I
suppose
he
was
thinking
of
his
fathers
I
wonder
is
he
awake
thinking
of
me
or
dreaming
am
I
in
it
who
gave
him
that
flower
he
said
he
bought
he
smelt
of
some
kind
of
drink
not
whisky
or
stout
or
perhaps
the
sweety
kind
of
paste
they
stick
their
bills
up
with
some
liqueur
Id
like
to
sip
those
richlooking
green
and
yellow
expensive
drinks
those
stagedoor
johnnies
drink
with
the
opera
hats
I
tasted
once
with
my
finger
dipped
out
of
that
American
that
had
the
squirrel
talking
stamps
with
father
he
had
all
he
could
do
to
keep
himself
from
falling
asleep
after
the
last
time
after
we
took
the
port
and
potted
meat
it
had
a
fine
salty
taste
yes
because
I
felt
lovely
and
tired
myself
and
fell
asleep
as
sound
as
a
top
the
moment
I
popped
straight
into
bed
till
that
thunder
woke
me
up
God
be
merciful
to
us
I
thought
the
heavens
were
coming
down
about
us
to
punish
us
when
I
blessed
myself
and
said
a
Hail
Mary
like
those
awful
thunderbolts
in
Gibraltar
as
if
the
world
was
coming
to
an
end
and
then
they
come
and
tell
you
theres
no
God
what
could
you
do
if
it
was
running
and
rushing
about
nothing
only
make
an
act
of
contrition
the
candle
I
lit
that
evening
in
Whitefriars
street
chapel
for
the
month
of
May
see
it
brought
its
luck
though
hed
scoff
if
he
heard
because
he
never
goes
to
church
mass
or
meeting
he
says
your
soul
you
have
no
soul
inside
only
grey
matter
because
he
doesnt
know
what
it
is
to
have
one
yes
when
I
lit
the
lamp
because
he
must
have
come
3
or
4
times
with
that
tremendous
big
red
brute
of
a
thing
he
has
I
thought
the
vein
or
whatever
the
dickens
they
call
it
was
going
to
burst
though
his
nose
is
not
so
big
after
I
took
off
all
my
things
with
the
blinds
down
after
my
hours
dressing
and
perfuming
and
combing
it
like
iron
or
some
kind
of
a
thick
crowbar
standing
all
the
time
he
must
have
eaten
oysters
I
think
a
few
dozen
he
was
in
great
singing
voice
no
I
never
in
all
my
life
felt
anyone
had
one
the
size
of
that
to
make
you
feel
full
up
he
must
have
eaten
a
whole
sheep
after
whats
the
idea
making
us
like
that
with
a
big
hole
in
the
middle
of
us
or
like
a
Stallion
driving
it
up
into
you
because
thats
all
they
want
out
of
you
with
that
determined
vicious
look
in
his
eye
I
had
to
halfshut
my
eyes
still
he
hasnt
such
a
tremendous
amount
of
spunk
in
him
when
I
made
him
pull
out
and
do
it
on
me
considering
how
big
it
is
so
much
the
better
in
case
any
of
it
wasnt
washed
out
properly
the
last
time
I
let
him
finish
it
in
me
nice
invention
they
made
for
women
for
him
to
get
all
the
pleasure
but
if
someone
gave
them
a
touch
of
it
themselves
theyd
know
what
I
went
through
with
Milly
nobody
would
believe
cutting
her
teeth
too
and
Mina
Purefoys
husband
give
us
a
swing
out
of
your
whiskers
filling
her
up
with
a
child
or
twins
once
a
year
as
regular
as
the
clock
always
with
a
smell
of
children
off
her
the
one
they
called
budgers
or
something
like
a
nigger
with
a
shock
of
hair
on
it
Jesusjack
the
child
is
a
black
the
last
time
I
was
there
a
squad
of
them
falling
over
one
another
and
bawling
you
couldnt
hear
your
ears
supposed
to
be
healthy
not
satisfied
till
they
have
us
swollen
out
like
elephants
or
I
dont
know
what
supposing
I
risked
having
another
not
off
him
though
still
if
he
was
married
Im
sure
hed
have
a
fine
strong
child
but
I
dont
know
Poldy
has
more
spunk
in
him
yes
thatd
be
awfully
jolly
I
suppose
it
was
meeting
Josie
Powell
and
the
funeral
and
thinking
about
me
and
Boylan
set
him
off
well
he
can
think
what
he
likes
now
if
thatll
do
him
any
good
I
know
they
were
spooning
a
bit
when
I
came
on
the
scene
he
was
dancing
and
sitting
out
with
her
the
night
of
Georgina
Simpsons
housewarming
and
then
he
wanted
to
ram
it
down
my
neck
it
was
on
account
of
not
liking
to
see
her
a
wallflower
that
was
why
we
had
the
standup
row
over
politics
he
began
it
not
me
when
he
said
about
Our
Lord
being
a
carpenter
at
last
he
made
me
cry
of
course
a
woman
is
so
sensitive
about
everything
I
was
fuming
with
myself
after
for
giving
in
only
for
I
knew
he
was
gone
on
me
and
the
first
socialist
he
said
He
was
he
annoyed
me
so
much
