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Id
like
to
have
tattered
them
down
off
him
before
all
the
people
and
give
him
what
that
one
calls
flagellate
till
he
was
black
and
blue
do
him
all
the
good
in
the
world
only
for
that
longnosed
chap
I
dont
know
who
he
is
with
that
other
beauty
Burke
out
of
the
City
Arms
hotel
was
there
spying
around
as
usual
on
the
slip
always
where
he
wasnt
wanted
if
there
was
a
row
on
youd
vomit
a
better
face
there
was
no
love
lost
between
us
thats
1
consolation
I
wonder
what
kind
is
that
book
he
brought
me
Sweets
of
Sin
by
a
gentleman
of
fashion
some
other
Mr
de
Kock
I
suppose
the
people
gave
him
that
nickname
going
about
with
his
tube
from
one
woman
to
another
I
couldnt
even
change
my
new
white
shoes
all
ruined
with
the
saltwater
and
the
hat
I
had
with
that
feather
all
blowy
and
tossed
on
me
how
annoying
and
provoking
because
the
smell
of
the
sea
excited
me
of
course
the
sardines
and
the
bream
in
Catalan
bay
round
the
back
of
the
rock
they
were
fine
all
silver
in
the
fishermens
baskets
old
Luigi
near
a
hundred
they
said
came
from
Genoa
and
the
tall
old
chap
with
the
earrings
I
dont
like
a
man
you
have
to
climb
up
to
to
get
at
I
suppose
theyre
all
dead
and
rotten
long
ago
besides
I
dont
like
being
alone
in
this
big
barracks
of
a
place
at
night
I
suppose
Ill
have
to
put
up
with
it
I
never
brought
a
bit
of
salt
in
even
when
we
moved
in
the
confusion
musical
academy
he
was
going
to
make
on
the
first
floor
drawingroom
with
a
brassplate
or
Blooms
private
hotel
he
suggested
go
and
ruin
himself
altogether
the
way
his
father
did
down
in
Ennis
like
all
the
things
he
told
father
he
was
going
to
do
and
me
but
I
saw
through
him
telling
me
all
the
lovely
places
we
could
go
for
the
honey
moon
Venice
by
moonlight
with
the
gondolas
and
the
lake
of
Como
he
had
a
picture
cut
out
of
some
paper
of
and
mandolines
and
lanterns
O
how
nice
I
said
whatever
I
liked
he
was
going
to
do
immediately
if
not
sooner
will
you
be
my
man
will
you
carry
my
can
he
ought
to
get
a
leather
medal
with
a
putty
rim
for
all
the
plans
he
invents
then
leaving
us
here
all
day
youd
never
know
what
old
beggar
at
the
door
for
a
crust
with
his
long
story
might
be
a
tramp
and
put
his
foot
in
the
way
to
prevent
me
shutting
it
like
that
picture
of
that
hardened
criminal
he
was
called
in
Lloyds
Weekly
news
20
years
in
jail
then
he
comes
out
and
murders
an
old
woman
for
her
money
imagine
his
poor
wife
or
mother
or
whoever
she
is
such
a
face
youd
run
miles
away
from
I
couldnt
rest
easy
till
I
bolted
all
the
doors
and
windows
to
make
sure
but
its
worse
again
being
locked
up
like
in
a
prison
or
a
madhouse
they
ought
to
be
all
shot
or
the
cat
of
nine
tails
a
big
brute
like
that
that
would
attack
a
poor
old
woman
to
murder
her
in
her
bed
Id
cut
them
off
him
so
I
would
not
that
hed
be
much
use
still
better
than
nothing
the
night
I
was
sure
I
heard
burglars
in
the
kitchen
and
he
went
down
in
his
shirt
with
a
candle
and
a
poker
as
if
he
was
looking
for
a
mouse
as
white
as
a
sheet
frightened
out
of
his
wits
making
as
much
noise
as
he
possibly
could
for
the
burglars
benefit
there
isnt
much
to
steal
indeed
the
Lord
knows
still
its
the
feeling
especially
now
with
Milly
away
such
an
idea
for
him
to
send
the
girl
down
there
to
learn
to
take
photographs
on
account
of
his
grandfather
instead
of
sending
her
to
Skerrys
academy
where
shed
have
to
learn
not
like
me
getting
all
at
school
only
hed
do
a
thing
like
that
all
the
same
on
account
of
me
and
Boylan
thats
why
he
did
it
Im
certain
the
way
he
plots
and
plans
everything
out
I
couldnt
turn
round
with
her
in
the
place
lately
unless
I
bolted
the
door
first
gave
me
the
fidgets
coming
in
without
knocking
first
when
I
put
the
chair
against
the
door
just
as
I
was
washing
myself
there
below
with
the
glove
get
on
your
nerves
then
doing
the
loglady
all
day
put
her
in
a
glasscase
with
two
at
a
time
to
look
at
her
if
he
knew
she
broke
off
the
hand
off
that
little
gimcrack
statue
with
her
roughness
and
carelessness
before
she
left
that
I
got
that
little
Italian
boy
to
mend
so
that
you
cant
see
the
join
for
2
shillings
wouldnt
even
teem
the
potatoes
for
you
of
course
shes
right
not
to
ruin
her
hands
I
noticed
he
was
always
talking
to
her
lately
at
the
table
explaining
things
in
the
paper
and
she
pretending
to
understand
sly
of
course
that
comes
from
his
side
of
the
house
he
cant
say
I
pretend
things
can
he
Im
too
honest
as
a
matter
of
fact
and
helping
her
into
her
coat
but
if
there
was
anything
wrong
with
her
its
me
shed
tell
not
him
I
suppose
he
thinks
Im
finished
out
and
laid
on
the
shelf
well
Im
not
no
nor
anything
like
it
well
see
well
see
now
shes
well
on
for
flirting
too
with
Tom
Devans
two
sons
imitating
me
whistling
with
those
romps
of
Murray
girls
calling
for
her
can
Milly
come
out
please
shes
in
great
demand
to
pick
what
they
can
out
of
her
round
in
Nelson
street
riding
Harry
Devans
bicycle
at
night
its
as
well
he
sent
her
where
she
is
she
was
just
getting
out
of
bounds
wanting
to
go
on
the
skatingrink
and
smoking
their
cigarettes
through
their
nose
I
smelt
it
off
her
dress
when
I
was
biting
off
the
thread
of
the
button
I
sewed
on
to
the
bottom
of
her
jacket
she
couldnt
hide
much
from
me
I
tell
you
only
I
oughtnt
to
have
stitched
it
and
it
on
her
it
brings
a
parting
and
the
last
plumpudding
too
split
in
2
halves
see
it
comes
out
no
matter
what
they
say
her
tongue
is
a
bit
too
long
for
my
taste
your
blouse
is
open
too
low
she
says
to
me
the
pan
calling
the
kettle
blackbottom
and
I
had
to
tell
her
not
to
cock
her
legs
up
like
that
on
show
on
the
windowsill
before
all
the
people
passing
they
all
look
at
her
like
me
when
I
was
her
age
of
course
any
old
rag
looks
well
on
you
then
a
great
touchmenot
too
in
her
own
way
at
the
Only
Way
in
the
Theatre
royal
take
your
foot
away
out
of
that
I
hate
people
touching
me
afraid
of
her
life
Id
crush
her
skirt
with
the
pleats
a
lot
of
that
touching
must
go
on
in
theatres
in
the
crush
in
the
dark
theyre
always
trying
to
wiggle
up
to
you
that
fellow
in
the
pit
at
the
Gaiety
for
Beerbohm
Tree
in
Trilby
the
last
time
Ill
ever
go
there
to
be
squashed
like
that
for
any
Trilby
or
her
barebum
every
two
minutes
tipping
me
there
and
looking
away
hes
a
bit
daft
I
think
I
saw
him
after
trying
to
get
near
two
stylishdressed
ladies
outside
Switzers
window
at
the
same
little
game
I
recognised
him
on
the
moment
the
face
and
everything
but
he
didnt
remember
me
yes
and
she
didnt
even
want
me
to
kiss
her
at
the
Broadstone
going
away
well
I
hope
shell
get
someone
to
dance
attendance
on
her
the
way
I
did
when
she
was
down
with
the
mumps
and
her
glands
swollen
wheres
this
and
wheres
that
of
course
she
cant
feel
anything
deep
yet
I
never
came
properly
till
I
was
what
22
or
so
it
went
into
the
wrong
place
always
only
the
usual
girls
nonsense
and
giggling
that
Conny
Connolly
writing
to
her
in
white
ink
on
black
paper
sealed
with
sealingwax
though
she
clapped
when
the
curtain
came
down
because
he
looked
so
handsome
then
we
had
Martin
Harvey
for
breakfast
dinner
and
supper
I
thought
to
myself
afterwards
it
must
be
real
love
if
a
man
gives
up
his
life
for
her
that
way
for
nothing
I
suppose
there
are
a
few
men
like
that
left
its
hard
to
believe
in
it
though
unless
it
really
happened
to
me
the
majority
of
them
with
not
a
particle
of
love
in
their
natures
to
find
two
people
like
that
nowadays
full
up
of
each
other
that
would
feel
the
same
way
as
you
do
theyre
usually
a
bit
foolish
in
the
head
his
father
must
have
been
a
bit
queer
to
go
and
poison
himself
after
her
still
poor
old
man
I
suppose
he
felt
lost
shes
always
making
love
to
my
things
too
the
few
old
rags
I
have
wanting
to
put
her
hair
up
at
15
my
powder
too
only
ruin
her
skin
on
her
shes
time
enough
for
that
all
her
life
after
of
course
shes
restless
knowing
shes
pretty
with
her
lips
so
red
a
pity
they
wont
stay
that
way
I
was
too
but
theres
no
use
going
to
the
fair
with
the
thing
answering
me
like
a
fishwoman
when
I
asked
to
go
for
a
half
a
stone
of
potatoes
the
day
we
met
Mrs
Joe
Gallaher
at
the
trottingmatches
and
she
pretended
not
to
see
us
in
her
trap
with
Friery
the
solicitor
we
werent
grand
enough
till
I
gave
her
2
damn
fine
cracks
across
the
ear
for
herself
take
that
now
for
answering
me
like
that
and
that
for
your
impudence
she
had
me
that
exasperated
of
course
contradicting
I
was
badtempered
too
because
how
was
it
there
was
a
weed
in
the
tea
or
I
didnt
sleep
the
night
before
cheese
I
ate
was
it
and
I
told
her
over
and
over
again
not
to
leave
knives
crossed
like
that
because
she
has
nobody
to
command
her
as
she
said
herself
well
if
he
doesnt
correct
her
faith
I
will
that
was
the
last
time
she
turned
on
the
teartap
I
was
just
like
that
myself
they
darent
order
me
about
the
place
its
his
fault
of
course
having
the
two
of
us
slaving
here
instead
of
getting
in
a
woman
long
ago
am
I
ever
going
to
have
a
proper
servant
again
of
course
then
shed
see
him
coming
Id
have
to
let
her
know
or
shed
revenge
it
arent
they
a
nuisance
that
old
Mrs
Fleming
you
have
to
be
walking
round
after
her
putting
the
things
into
her
hands
sneezing
and
farting
into
the
pots
well
of
course
shes
old
she
cant
help
it
a
good
job
I
found
that
rotten
old
smelly
dishcloth
that
got
lost
behind
the
dresser
I
knew
there
was
something
and
opened
the
area
window
to
let
out
the
smell
bringing
in
his
friends
to
entertain
them
like
the
night
he
walked
home
with
a
dog
if
you
please
that
might
have
been
mad
especially
Simon
Dedalus
son
his
father
such
a
criticiser
with
his
glasses
up
with
his
tall
hat
on
him
at
the
cricket
match
and
a
great
big
hole
in
his
sock
one
thing
laughing
at
the
other
and
his
son
that
got
all
those
prizes
for
whatever
he
won
them
in
the
intermediate
imagine
climbing
over
the
railings
if
anybody
saw
him
that
knew
us
I
wonder
he
didnt
tear
a
big
hole
in
his
grand
funeral
trousers
as
if
the
one
nature
gave
wasnt
enough
for
anybody
hawking
him
down
into
the
dirty
old
kitchen
now
is
he
right
in
his
head
I
ask
pity
it
wasnt
washing
day
my
old
pair
of
drawers
might
have
been
hanging
up
too
on
the
line
on
exhibition
for
all
hed
ever
care
with
the
ironmould
mark
the
stupid
old
bundle
burned
on
them
he
might
think
was
something
else
and
she
never
even
rendered
down
the
fat
I
told
her
and
now
shes
going
such
as
she
was
on
account
of
her
paralysed
husband
getting
worse
theres
always
something
wrong
with
them
disease
or
they
have
to
go
under
an
operation
or
if
its
not
that
its
drink
and
he
beats
her
Ill
have
to
hunt
around
again
for
someone
every
day
I
get
up
theres
some
new
thing
on
sweet
God
sweet
God
well
when
Im
stretched
out
dead
in
my
grave
I
suppose
Ill
have
some
peace
I
want
to
get
up
a
minute
if
Im
let
wait
O
Jesus
wait
yes
that
thing
has
come
on
me
yes
now
wouldnt
that
afflict
you
of
course
all
the
poking
and
rooting
and
ploughing
he
had
up
in
me
now
what
am
I
to
do
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
wouldnt
that
pester
the
soul
out
of
a
body
unless
he
likes
it
some
men
do
God
knows
theres
always
something
wrong
with
us
5
days
every
3
or
4
weeks
usual
monthly
auction
isnt
it
simply
sickening
that
night
it
came
on
me
like
that
the
one
and
only
time
we
were
in
a
box
that
Michael
Gunn
gave
him
to
see
Mrs
Kendal
and
her
husband
at
the
Gaiety
something
he
did
about
insurance
for
him
in
Drimmies
I
was
fit
to
be
tied
though
I
wouldnt
give
in
with
that
gentleman
of
fashion
staring
down
at
me
with
his
glasses
and
him
the
other
side
of
me
talking
about
Spinoza
and
his
soul
thats
dead
I
suppose
millions
of
years
ago
I
smiled
the
best
I
could
all
in
a
swamp
leaning
forward
as
if
I
was
interested
having
to
sit
it
out
then
to
the
last
tag
I
wont
forget
that
wife
of
Scarli
in
a
hurry
supposed
to
be
a
fast
play
about
adultery
that
idiot
in
the
gallery
hissing
the
woman
adulteress
he
shouted
I
suppose
he
went
and
had
a
woman
in
the
next
lane
running
round
all
the
back
ways
after
to
make
up
for
it
I
wish
he
had
what
I
had
then
hed
boo
I
bet
the
cat
itself
is
better
off
than
us
have
we
too
much
blood
up
in
us
or
what
O
patience
above
its
pouring
out
of
me
like
the
sea
anyhow
he
didnt
make
me
pregnant
as
big
as
he
is
I
dont
want
to
ruin
the
clean
sheets
I
just
put
on
I
suppose
the
clean
linen
I
wore
brought
it
on
too
damn
it
damn
it
and
they
always
want
to
see
a
stain
on
the
bed
to
know
youre
a
virgin
for
them
all
thats
troubling
them
theyre
such
fools
too
you
could
be
a
widow
or
divorced
40
times
over
a
daub
of
red
ink
would
do
or
blackberry
juice
no
thats
too
purply
O
Jamesy
let
me
up
out
of
this
pooh
sweets
of
sin
whoever
suggested
that
business
for
women
what
between
clothes
and
cooking
and
children
this
damned
old
bed
too
jingling
like
the
dickens
I
suppose
they
could
hear
us
away
over
the
other
side
of
the
park
till
I
suggested
to
put
the
quilt
on
the
floor
with
the
pillow
under
my
bottom
I
wonder
is
it
nicer
in
the
day
I
think
it
is
easy
I
think
Ill
cut
all
this
hair
off
me
there
scalding
me
I
might
look
like
a
young
girl
wouldnt
he
get
the
great
suckin
the
next
time
he
turned
up
my
clothes
on
me
Id
give
anything
to
see
his
face
wheres
the
chamber
gone
easy
Ive
a
holy
horror
of
its
breaking
under
me
after
that
old
commode
I
wonder
was
I
too
heavy
sitting
on
his
knee
I
made
him
sit
on
the
easychair
purposely
when
I
took
off
only
my
blouse
and
skirt
first
in
the
other
room
he
was
so
busy
where
he
oughtnt
to
be
he
never
felt
me
I
hope
my
breath
was
sweet
after
those
kissing
comfits
easy
God
I
remember
one
time
I
could
scout
it
out
straight
whistling
like
a
man
almost
easy
O
Lord
how
noisy
I
hope
theyre
bubbles
on
it
for
a
wad
of
money
from
some
fellow
Ill
have
to
perfume
it
in
the
morning
dont
forget
I
bet
he
never
saw
a
better
pair
of
thighs
than
that
look
how
white
they
are
the
smoothest
place
is
right
there
between
this
bit
here
how
soft
like
a
peach
easy
God
I
wouldnt
mind
being
a
man
and
get
up
on
a
lovely
woman
O
Lord
what
a
row
youre
making
like
the
jersey
lily
easy
easy
O
how
the
waters
come
down
at
Lahore
who
knows
is
there
anything
the
matter
with
my
insides
or
have
I
something
growing
in
me
getting
that
thing
like
that
every
week
when
was
it
last
I
Whit
Monday
yes
its
only
about
3
weeks
I
ought
to
go
to
the
doctor
only
it
would
be
like
before
I
married
him
when
I
had
that
white
thing
coming
from
me
and
Floey
made
me
go
to
that
dry
old
stick
Dr
Collins
for
womens
diseases
on
Pembroke
road
your
vagina
he
called
it
I
suppose
thats
how
he
got
all
the
gilt
mirrors
and
carpets
getting
round
those
rich
ones
off
Stephens
green
running
up
to
him
for
every
little
fiddlefaddle
her
vagina
and
her
cochinchina
theyve
money
of
course
so
theyre
all
right
I
wouldnt
marry
him
not
if
he
was
the
last
man
in
the
world
besides
theres
something
queer
about
their
children
always
smelling
around
those
filthy
bitches
all
sides
asking
me
if
what
I
did
had
an
offensive
odour
what
did
he
want
me
to
do
but
the
one
thing
gold
maybe
what
a
question
if
I
smathered
it
all
over
his
wrinkly
old
face
for
him
with
all
my
compriments
