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and
when
the
priest
was
going
by
with
the
bell
bringing
the
vatican
to
the
dying
blessing
herself
for
his
Majestad
an
admirer
he
signed
it
I
near
jumped
out
of
my
skin
I
wanted
to
pick
him
up
when
I
saw
him
following
me
along
the
Calle
Real
in
the
shop
window
then
he
tipped
me
just
in
passing
but
I
never
thought
hed
write
making
an
appointment
I
had
it
inside
my
petticoat
bodice
all
day
reading
it
up
in
every
hole
and
corner
while
father
was
up
at
the
drill
instructing
to
find
out
by
the
handwriting
or
the
language
of
stamps
singing
I
remember
shall
I
wear
a
white
rose
and
I
wanted
to
put
on
the
old
stupid
clock
to
near
the
time
he
was
the
first
man
kissed
me
under
the
Moorish
wall
my
sweetheart
when
a
boy
it
never
entered
my
head
what
kissing
meant
till
he
put
his
tongue
in
my
mouth
his
mouth
was
sweetlike
young
I
put
my
knee
up
to
him
a
few
times
to
learn
the
way
what
did
I
tell
him
I
was
engaged
for
for
fun
to
the
son
of
a
Spanish
nobleman
named
Don
Miguel
de
la
Flora
and
he
believed
me
that
I
was
to
be
married
to
him
in
3
years
time
theres
many
a
true
word
spoken
in
jest
there
is
a
flower
that
bloometh
a
few
things
I
told
him
true
about
myself
just
for
him
to
be
imagining
the
Spanish
girls
he
didnt
like
I
suppose
one
of
them
wouldnt
have
him
I
got
him
excited
he
crushed
all
the
flowers
on
my
bosom
he
brought
me
he
couldnt
count
the
pesetas
and
the
perragordas
till
I
taught
him
Cappoquin
he
came
from
he
said
on
the
black
water
but
it
was
too
short
then
the
day
before
he
left
May
yes
it
was
May
when
the
infant
king
of
Spain
was
born
Im
always
like
that
in
the
spring
Id
like
a
new
fellow
every
year
up
on
the
tiptop
under
the
rockgun
near
OHaras
tower
I
told
him
it
was
struck
by
lightning
and
all
about
the
old
Barbary
apes
they
sent
to
Clapham
without
a
tail
careering
all
over
the
show
on
each
others
back
Mrs
Rubio
said
she
was
a
regular
old
rock
scorpion
robbing
the
chickens
out
of
Inces
farm
and
throw
stones
at
you
if
you
went
anear
he
was
looking
at
me
I
had
that
white
blouse
on
open
in
the
front
to
encourage
him
as
much
as
I
could
without
too
openly
they
were
just
beginning
to
be
plump
I
said
I
was
tired
we
lay
over
the
firtree
cove
a
wild
place
I
suppose
it
must
be
the
highest
rock
in
existence
the
galleries
and
casemates
and
those
frightful
rocks
and
Saint
Michaels
cave
with
the
icicles
or
whatever
they
call
them
hanging
down
and
ladders
all
the
mud
plotching
my
boots
Im
sure
thats
the
way
down
the
monkeys
go
under
the
sea
to
Africa
when
they
die
the
ships
out
far
like
chips
that
was
the
Malta
boat
passing
yes
the
sea
and
the
sky
you
could
do
what
you
liked
lie
there
for
ever
he
caressed
them
outside
they
love
doing
that
its
the
roundness
there
I
was
leaning
over
him
with
my
white
ricestraw
hat
to
take
the
newness
out
of
it
the
left
side
of
my
face
the
best
my
blouse
open
for
his
last
day
transparent
kind
of
shirt
he
had
I
could
see
his
chest
pink
he
wanted
to
touch
mine
with
his
for
a
moment
but
I
wouldnt
let
him
he
was
awfully
put
out
first
for
fear
you
never
know
consumption
or
leave
me
with
a
child
embarazada
that
old
servant
Ines
told
me
that
one
drop
even
if
it
got
into
you
at
all
after
I
tried
with
the
Banana
but
I
was
afraid
it
might
break
and
get
lost
up
in
me
somewhere
because
they
once
took
something
down
out
of
a
woman
that
was
up
there
for
years
covered
with
limesalts
theyre
all
mad
to
get
in
there
where
they
come
out
of
youd
think
they
could
never
go
far
enough
up
and
then
theyre
done
with
you
in
a
way
till
the
next
time
yes
because
theres
a
wonderful
feeling
there
so
tender
all
the
time
how
did
we
finish
it
off
yes
O
yes
I
pulled
him
off
into
my
handkerchief
pretending
not
to
be
excited
but
I
opened
my
legs
I
wouldnt
let
him
touch
me
inside
my
petticoat
because
I
had
a
skirt
opening
up
the
side
I
tormented
the
life
out
of
him
first
tickling
him
I
loved
rousing
that
dog
in
the
hotel
rrrsssstt
awokwokawok
his
eyes
shut
and
a
bird
flying
below
us
he
was
shy
all
the
same
I
liked
him
like
that
moaning
I
made
him
blush
a
little
when
I
got
over
him
that
way
when
I
unbuttoned
him
and
took
his
out
and
drew
back
the
skin
it
had
a
kind
of
eye
in
it
theyre
all
Buttons
men
down
the
middle
on
the
wrong
side
of
them
Molly
darling
he
called
me
what
was
his
name
Jack
Joe
Harry
Mulvey
was
it
yes
I
think
a
lieutenant
he
was
rather
fair
he
had
a
laughing
kind
of
a
voice
so
I
went
round
to
the
whatyoucallit
everything
was
whatyoucallit
moustache
had
he
he
said
hed
come
back
Lord
its
just
like
yesterday
to
me
and
if
I
was
married
hed
do
it
to
me
and
I
promised
him
yes
faithfully
Id
let
him
block
me
now
flying
perhaps
hes
dead
or
killed
or
a
captain
or
admiral
its
nearly
20
years
if
I
said
firtree
cove
he
would
if
he
came
up
behind
me
and
put
his
hands
over
my
eyes
to
guess
who
I
might
recognise
him
hes
young
still
about
40
perhaps
hes
married
some
girl
on
the
black
water
and
is
quite
changed
they
all
do
they
havent
half
the
character
a
woman
has
she
little
knows
what
I
did
with
her
beloved
husband
before
he
ever
dreamt
of
her
in
broad
daylight
too
in
the
sight
of
the
whole
world
you
might
say
they
could
have
put
an
article
about
it
in
the
Chronicle
I
was
a
bit
wild
after
when
I
blew
out
the
old
bag
the
biscuits
were
in
from
Benady
Bros
and
exploded
it
Lord
what
a
bang
all
the
woodcocks
and
pigeons
screaming
coming
back
the
same
way
that
we
went
over
middle
hill
round
by
the
old
guardhouse
and
the
jews
burialplace
pretending
to
read
out
the
Hebrew
on
them
I
wanted
to
fire
his
pistol
he
said
he
hadnt
one
he
didnt
know
what
to
make
of
me
with
his
peak
cap
on
that
he
always
wore
crooked
as
often
as
I
settled
it
straight
H
M
S
Calypso
swinging
my
hat
that
old
Bishop
that
spoke
off
the
altar
his
long
preach
about
womans
higher
functions
about
girls
now
riding
the
bicycle
and
wearing
peak
caps
and
the
new
woman
bloomers
God
send
him
sense
and
me
more
money
I
suppose
theyre
called
after
him
I
never
thought
that
would
be
my
name
Bloom
when
I
used
to
write
it
in
print
to
see
how
it
looked
on
a
visiting
card
or
practising
for
the
butcher
and
oblige
M
Bloom
youre
looking
blooming
Josie
used
to
say
after
I
married
him
well
its
better
than
Breen
or
Briggs
does
brig
or
those
awful
names
with
bottom
in
them
Mrs
Ramsbottom
or
some
other
kind
of
a
bottom
Mulvey
I
wouldnt
go
mad
about
either
or
suppose
I
divorced
him
Mrs
Boylan
my
mother
whoever
she
was
might
have
given
me
a
nicer
name
the
Lord
knows
after
the
lovely
one
she
had
Lunita
Laredo
the
fun
we
had
running
along
Williss
road
to
Europa
point
twisting
in
and
out
all
round
the
other
side
of
Jersey
they
were
shaking
and
dancing
about
in
my
blouse
like
Millys
little
ones
now
when
she
runs
up
the
stairs
I
loved
looking
down
at
them
I
was
jumping
up
at
the
pepper
trees
and
the
white
poplars
pulling
the
leaves
off
and
throwing
them
at
him
he
went
to
India
he
was
to
write
the
voyages
those
men
have
to
make
to
the
ends
of
the
world
and
back
its
the
least
they
might
get
a
squeeze
or
two
at
a
woman
while
they
can
going
out
to
be
drowned
or
blown
up
somewhere
I
went
up
Windmill
hill
to
the
flats
that
Sunday
morning
with
captain
Rubios
that
was
dead
spyglass
like
the
sentry
had
he
said
hed
have
one
or
two
from
on
board
I
wore
that
frock
from
the
B
Marche
paris
and
the
coral
necklace
the
straits
shining
I
could
see
over
to
Morocco
almost
the
bay
of
Tangier
white
and
the
Atlas
mountain
with
snow
on
it
and
the
straits
like
a
river
so
clear
Harry
Molly
darling
I
was
thinking
of
him
on
the
sea
all
the
time
after
at
mass
when
my
petticoat
began
to
slip
down
at
the
elevation
weeks
and
weeks
I
kept
the
handkerchief
under
my
pillow
for
the
smell
of
him
there
was
no
decent
perfume
to
be
got
in
that
Gibraltar
only
that
cheap
peau
dEspagne
that
faded
and
left
a
stink
on
you
more
than
anything
else
I
wanted
to
give
him
a
memento
he
gave
me
that
clumsy
Claddagh
ring
for
luck
that
I
gave
Gardner
going
to
south
Africa
where
those
Boers
killed
him
with
their
war
and
fever
but
they
were
well
beaten
all
the
same
as
if
it
brought
its
bad
luck
with
it
like
an
opal
or
pearl
still
it
must
have
been
pure
18
carrot
gold
because
it
was
very
heavy
but
what
could
you
get
in
a
place
like
that
the
sandfrog
shower
from
Africa
and
that
derelict
ship
that
came
up
to
the
harbour
Marie
the
Marie
whatyoucallit
no
he
hadnt
a
moustache
that
was
Gardner
yes
I
can
see
his
face
cleanshaven
Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong
that
train
again
weeping
tone
once
in
the
dear
deaead
days
beyondre
call
close
my
eyes
breath
my
lips
forward
kiss
sad
look
eyes
open
piano
ere
oer
the
world
the
mists
began
I
hate
that
istsbeg
comes
loves
sweet
sooooooooooong
Ill
let
that
out
full
when
I
get
in
front
of
the
footlights
again
Kathleen
Kearney
and
her
lot
of
squealers
Miss
This
Miss
That
Miss
Theother
lot
of
sparrowfarts
skitting
around
talking
about
politics
they
know
as
much
about
as
my
backside
anything
in
the
world
to
make
themselves
someway
interesting
Irish
homemade
beauties
soldiers
daughter
am
I
ay
and
whose
are
you
bootmakers
and
publicans
I
beg
your
pardon
coach
I
thought
you
were
a
wheelbarrow
theyd
die
down
dead
off
their
feet
if
ever
they
got
a
chance
of
walking
down
the
Alameda
on
an
officers
arm
like
me
on
the
bandnight
my
eyes
flash
my
bust
that
they
havent
passion
God
help
their
poor
head
I
knew
more
about
men
and
life
when
I
was
15
than
theyll
all
know
at
50
they
dont
know
how
to
sing
a
song
like
that
Gardner
said
no
man
could
look
at
my
mouth
and
teeth
smiling
like
that
and
not
think
of
it
I
was
afraid
he
mightnt
like
my
accent
first
he
so
English
all
father
left
me
in
spite
of
his
stamps
Ive
my
mothers
eyes
and
figure
anyhow
he
always
said
theyre
so
snotty
about
themselves
some
of
those
cads
he
wasnt
a
bit
like
that
he
was
dead
gone
on
my
lips
let
them
get
a
husband
first
thats
fit
to
be
looked
at
and
a
daughter
like
mine
or
see
if
they
can
excite
a
swell
with
money
that
can
pick
and
choose
whoever
he
wants
like
Boylan
to
do
it
4
or
5
times
locked
in
each
others
arms
or
the
voice
either
I
could
have
been
a
prima
donna
only
I
married
him
comes
looooves
old
deep
down
chin
back
not
too
much
make
it
double
My
Ladys
Bower
is
too
long
for
an
encore
about
the
moated
grange
at
twilight
and
vaunted
rooms
yes
Ill
sing
Winds
that
blow
from
the
south
that
he
gave
after
the
choirstairs
performance
Ill
change
that
lace
on
my
black
dress
to
show
off
my
bubs
and
Ill
yes
by
God
Ill
get
that
big
fan
mended
make
them
burst
with
envy
my
hole
is
itching
me
always
when
I
think
of
him
I
feel
I
want
to
I
feel
some
wind
in
me
better
go
easy
not
wake
him
have
him
at
it
again
slobbering
after
washing
every
bit
of
myself
back
belly
and
sides
if
we
had
even
a
bath
itself
or
my
own
room
anyway
I
wish
hed
sleep
in
some
bed
by
himself
with
his
cold
feet
on
me
give
us
room
even
to
let
a
fart
God
or
do
the
least
thing
better
yes
hold
them
like
that
a
bit
on
my
side
piano
quietly
sweeeee
theres
that
train
far
away
pianissimo
eeeee
one
more
song
that
was
a
relief
wherever
you
be
let
your
wind
go
free
who
knows
if
that
pork
chop
I
took
with
my
cup
of
tea
after
was
quite
good
with
the
heat
I
couldnt
smell
anything
off
it
Im
sure
that
queerlooking
man
in
the
porkbutchers
is
a
great
rogue
I
hope
that
lamp
is
not
smoking
fill
my
nose
up
with
smuts
better
than
having
him
leaving
the
gas
on
all
night
I
couldnt
rest
easy
in
my
bed
in
Gibraltar
even
getting
up
to
see
why
am
I
so
damned
nervous
about
that
though
I
like
it
in
the
winter
its
more
company
O
Lord
it
was
rotten
cold
too
that
winter
when
I
was
only
about
ten
was
I
yes
I
had
the
big
doll
with
all
the
funny
clothes
dressing
her
up
and
undressing
that
icy
wind
skeeting
across
from
those
mountains
the
something
Nevada
sierra
nevada
standing
at
the
fire
with
the
little
bit
of
a
short
shift
I
had
up
to
heat
myself
I
loved
dancing
about
in
it
then
make
a
race
back
into
bed
Im
sure
that
fellow
opposite
used
to
be
there
the
whole
time
watching
with
the
lights
out
in
the
summer
and
I
in
my
skin
hopping
around
I
used
to
love
myself
then
stripped
at
the
washstand
dabbing
and
creaming
only
when
it
came
to
the
chamber
performance
I
put
out
the
light
too
so
then
there
were
2
of
us
goodbye
to
my
sleep
for
this
night
anyhow
I
hope
hes
not
going
to
get
in
with
those
medicals
leading
him
astray
to
imagine
hes
young
again
coming
in
at
4
in
the
morning
it
must
be
if
not
more
still
he
had
the
manners
not
to
wake
me
what
do
they
find
to
gabber
about
all
night
squandering
money
and
getting
drunker
and
drunker
couldnt
they
drink
water
then
he
starts
giving
us
his
orders
for
eggs
and
tea
and
Findon
haddy
and
hot
buttered
toast
I
suppose
well
have
him
sitting
up
like
the
king
of
the
country
pumping
the
wrong
end
of
the
spoon
up
and
down
in
his
egg
wherever
he
learned
that
from
and
I
love
to
hear
him
falling
up
the
stairs
of
a
morning
with
the
cups
rattling
on
the
tray
and
then
play
with
the
cat
she
rubs
up
against
you
for
her
own
sake
I
wonder
has
she
fleas
shes
as
bad
as
a
woman
always
licking
and
lecking
but
I
hate
their
claws
I
wonder
do
they
see
anything
that
we
cant
staring
like
that
when
she
sits
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
so
long
and
listening
as
I
wait
always
what
a
robber
too
that
lovely
fresh
plaice
I
bought
I
think
Ill
get
a
bit
of
fish
tomorrow
or
today
is
it
Friday
yes
I
will
with
some
blancmange
with
black
currant
jam
like
long
ago
not
those
2
lb
pots
of
mixed
plum
and
apple
from
the
London
and
Newcastle
Williams
and
Woods
goes
twice
as
far
only
for
the
bones
I
hate
those
eels
cod
yes
Ill
get
a
nice
piece
of
cod
Im
always
getting
enough
for
3
forgetting
anyway
Im
sick
of
that
everlasting
butchers
meat
from
Buckleys
loin
chops
and
leg
beef
and
rib
steak
and
scrag
of
mutton
and
calfs
pluck
the
very
name
is
enough
or
a
picnic
suppose
we
all
gave
5
/
-
each
and
or
let
him
pay
it
and
invite
some
other
woman
for
him
who
Mrs
Fleming
and
drove
out
to
the
furry
glen
or
the
strawberry
beds
wed
have
him
examining
all
the
horses
toenails
first
like
he
does
with
the
letters
no
not
with
Boylan
there
yes
with
some
cold
veal
and
ham
mixed
sandwiches
there
are
little
houses
down
at
the
bottom
of
the
banks
there
on
purpose
but
its
as
hot
as
blazes
he
says
not
a
bank
holiday
anyhow
I
hate
those
ruck
of
Mary
Ann
coalboxes
out
for
the
day
Whit
Monday
is
a
cursed
day
too
no
wonder
that
bee
bit
him
better
the
seaside
but
Id
never
again
in
this
life
get
into
a
boat
with
him
after
him
at
Bray
telling
the
boatman
he
knew
how
to
row
if
anyone
asked
could
he
ride
the
steeplechase
for
the
gold
cup
hed
say
yes
then
it
came
on
to
get
rough
the
old
thing
crookeding
about
and
the
weight
all
down
my
side
telling
me
pull
the
right
reins
now
pull
the
left
and
the
tide
all
swamping
in
floods
in
through
the
bottom
and
his
oar
slipping
out
of
the
stirrup
its
a
mercy
we
werent
all
drowned
he
can
swim
of
course
me
no
theres
no
danger
whatsoever
keep
yourself
calm
in
his
flannel
trousers
