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no
thats
no
way
for
him
has
he
no
manners
nor
no
refinement
nor
no
nothing
in
his
nature
slapping
us
behind
like
that
on
my
bottom
because
I
didnt
call
him
Hugh
the
ignoramus
that
doesnt
know
poetry
from
a
cabbage
thats
what
you
get
for
not
keeping
them
in
their
proper
place
pulling
off
his
shoes
and
trousers
there
on
the
chair
before
me
so
barefaced
without
even
asking
permission
and
standing
out
that
vulgar
way
in
the
half
of
a
shirt
they
wear
to
be
admired
like
a
priest
or
a
butcher
or
those
old
hypocrites
in
the
time
of
Julius
Caesar
of
course
hes
right
enough
in
his
way
to
pass
the
time
as
a
joke
sure
you
might
as
well
be
in
bed
with
what
with
a
lion
God
Im
sure
hed
have
something
better
to
say
for
himself
an
old
Lion
would
O
well
I
suppose
its
because
they
were
so
plump
and
tempting
in
my
short
petticoat
he
couldnt
resist
they
excite
myself
sometimes
its
well
for
men
all
the
amount
of
pleasure
they
get
off
a
womans
body
were
so
round
and
white
for
them
always
I
wished
I
was
one
myself
for
a
change
just
to
try
with
that
thing
they
have
swelling
up
on
you
so
hard
and
at
the
same
time
so
soft
when
you
touch
it
my
uncle
John
has
a
thing
long
I
heard
those
cornerboys
saying
passing
the
comer
of
Marrowbone
lane
my
aunt
Mary
has
a
thing
hairy
because
it
was
dark
and
they
knew
a
girl
was
passing
it
didnt
make
me
blush
why
should
it
either
its
only
nature
and
he
puts
his
thing
long
into
my
aunt
Marys
hairy
etcetera
and
turns
out
to
be
you
put
the
handle
in
a
sweepingbrush
men
again
all
over
they
can
pick
and
choose
what
they
please
a
married
woman
or
a
fast
widow
or
a
girl
for
their
different
tastes
like
those
houses
round
behind
Irish
street
no
but
were
to
be
always
chained
up
theyre
not
going
to
be
chaining
me
up
no
damn
fear
once
I
start
I
tell
you
for
their
stupid
husbands
jealousy
why
cant
we
all
remain
friends
over
it
instead
of
quarrelling
her
husband
found
it
out
what
they
did
together
well
naturally
and
if
he
did
can
he
undo
it
hes
coronado
anyway
whatever
he
does
and
then
he
going
to
the
other
mad
extreme
about
the
wife
in
Fair
Tyrants
of
course
the
man
never
even
casts
a
2nd
thought
on
the
husband
or
wife
either
its
the
woman
he
wants
and
he
gets
her
what
else
were
we
given
all
those
desires
for
Id
like
to
know
I
cant
help
it
if
Im
young
still
can
I
its
a
wonder
Im
not
an
old
shrivelled
hag
before
my
time
living
with
him
so
cold
never
embracing
me
except
sometimes
when
hes
asleep
the
wrong
end
of
me
not
knowing
I
suppose
who
he
has
any
man
thatd
kiss
a
womans
bottom
Id
throw
my
hat
at
him
after
that
hed
kiss
anything
unnatural
where
we
havent
1
atom
of
any
kind
of
expression
in
us
all
of
us
the
same
2
lumps
of
lard
before
ever
Id
do
that
to
a
man
pfooh
the
dirty
brutes
the
mere
thought
is
enough
I
kiss
the
feet
of
you
senorita
theres
some
sense
in
that
didnt
he
kiss
our
halldoor
yes
he
did
what
a
madman
nobody
understands
his
cracked
ideas
but
me
still
of
course
a
woman
wants
to
be
embraced
20
times
a
day
almost
to
make
her
look
young
no
matter
by
who
so
long
as
to
be
in
love
or
loved
by
somebody
if
the
fellow
you
want
isnt
there
sometimes
by
the
Lord
God
I
was
thinking
would
I
go
around
by
the
quays
there
some
dark
evening
where
nobodyd
know
me
and
pick
up
a
sailor
off
the
sea
thatd
be
hot
on
for
it
and
not
care
a
pin
whose
I
was
only
do
it
off
up
in
a
gate
somewhere
or
one
of
those
wildlooking
gipsies
in
Rathfarnham
had
their
camp
pitched
near
the
Bloomfield
laundry
to
try
and
steal
our
things
if
they
could
I
only
sent
mine
there
a
few
times
for
the
name
model
laundry
sending
me
back
over
and
over
some
old
ones
odd
stockings
that
blackguardlooking
fellow
with
the
fine
eyes
peeling
a
switch
attack
me
in
the
dark
and
ride
me
up
against
the
wall
without
a
word
or
a
murderer
anybody
what
they
do
themselves
the
fine
gentlemen
in
their
silk
hats
that
K
C
lives
up
somewhere
this
way
coming
out
of
Hardwicke
lane
the
night
he
gave
us
the
fish
supper
on
account
of
winning
over
the
boxing
match
of
course
it
was
for
me
he
gave
it
I
knew
him
by
his
gaiters
and
the
walk
and
when
I
turned
round
a
minute
after
just
to
see
there
was
a
woman
after
coming
out
of
it
too
some
filthy
prostitute
then
he
goes
home
to
his
wife
after
that
only
I
suppose
the
half
of
those
sailors
are
rotten
again
with
disease
O
move
over
your
big
carcass
out
of
that
for
the
love
of
Mike
listen
to
him
the
winds
that
waft
my
sighs
to
thee
so
well
he
may
sleep
and
sigh
the
great
Suggester
Don
Poldo
de
la
Flora
if
he
knew
how
he
came
out
on
the
cards
this
morning
hed
have
something
to
sigh
for
a
dark
man
in
some
perplexity
between
2
7s
too
in
prison
for
Lord
knows
what
he
does
that
I
dont
know
and
Im
to
be
slooching
around
down
in
the
kitchen
to
get
his
lordship
his
breakfast
while
hes
rolled
up
like
a
mummy
will
I
indeed
did
you
ever
see
me
running
Id
just
like
to
see
myself
at
it
show
them
attention
and
they
treat
you
like
dirt
I
dont
care
what
anybody
says
itd
be
much
better
for
the
world
to
be
governed
by
the
women
in
it
you
wouldnt
see
women
going
and
killing
one
another
and
slaughtering
when
do
you
ever
see
women
rolling
around
drunk
like
they
do
or
gambling
every
penny
they
have
and
losing
it
on
horses
yes
because
a
woman
whatever
she
does
she
knows
where
to
stop
sure
they
wouldnt
be
in
the
world
at
all
only
for
us
they
dont
know
what
it
is
to
be
a
woman
and
a
mother
how
could
they
where
would
they
all
of
them
be
if
they
hadnt
all
a
mother
to
look
after
them
what
I
never
had
thats
why
I
suppose
hes
running
wild
now
out
at
night
away
from
his
books
and
studies
and
not
living
at
home
on
account
of
the
usual
rowy
house
I
suppose
well
its
a
poor
case
that
those
that
have
a
fine
son
like
that
theyre
not
satisfied
and
I
none
was
he
not
able
to
make
one
it
wasnt
my
fault
we
came
together
when
I
was
watching
the
two
dogs
up
in
her
behind
in
the
middle
of
the
naked
street
that
disheartened
me
altogether
I
suppose
I
oughtnt
to
have
buried
him
in
that
little
woolly
jacket
I
knitted
crying
as
I
was
but
give
it
to
some
poor
child
but
I
knew
well
Id
never
have
another
our
1st
death
too
it
was
we
were
never
the
same
since
O
Im
not
going
to
think
myself
into
the
glooms
about
that
any
more
I
wonder
why
he
wouldnt
stay
the
night
I
felt
all
the
time
it
was
somebody
strange
he
brought
in
instead
of
roving
around
the
city
meeting
God
knows
who
nightwalkers
and
pickpockets
his
poor
mother
wouldnt
like
that
if
she
was
alive
ruining
himself
for
life
perhaps
still
its
a
lovely
hour
so
silent
I
used
to
love
coming
home
after
dances
the
air
of
the
night
they
have
friends
they
can
talk
to
weve
none
either
he
wants
what
he
wont
get
or
its
some
woman
ready
to
stick
her
knife
in
you
I
hate
that
in
women
no
wonder
they
treat
us
the
way
they
do
we
are
a
dreadful
lot
of
bitches
I
suppose
its
all
the
troubles
we
have
makes
us
so
snappy
Im
not
like
that
he
could
easy
have
slept
in
there
on
the
sofa
in
the
other
room
I
suppose
he
was
as
shy
as
a
boy
he
being
so
young
hardly
20
of
me
in
the
next
room
hed
have
heard
me
on
the
chamber
arrah
what
harm
Dedalus
I
wonder
its
like
those
names
in
Gibraltar
Delapaz
Delagracia
they
had
the
devils
queer
names
there
father
Vilaplana
of
Santa
Maria
that
gave
me
the
rosary
Rosales
y
OReilly
in
the
Calle
las
Siete
Revueltas
and
Pisimbo
and
Mrs
Opisso
in
Governor
street
O
what
a
name
Id
go
and
drown
myself
in
the
first
river
if
I
had
a
name
like
her
O
my
and
all
the
bits
of
streets
Paradise
ramp
and
Bedlam
ramp
and
Rodgers
ramp
and
Crutchetts
ramp
and
the
devils
gap
steps
well
small
blame
to
me
if
I
am
a
harumscarum
I
know
I
am
a
bit
I
declare
to
God
I
dont
feel
a
day
older
than
then
I
wonder
could
I
get
my
tongue
round
any
of
the
Spanish
como
esta
usted
muy
bien
gracias
y
usted
see
I
havent
forgotten
it
all
I
thought
I
had
only
for
the
grammar
a
noun
is
the
name
of
any
person
place
or
thing
pity
I
never
tried
to
read
that
novel
cantankerous
Mrs
Rubio
lent
me
by
Valera
with
the
questions
in
it
all
upside
down
the
two
ways
I
always
knew
wed
go
away
in
the
end
I
can
tell
him
the
Spanish
and
he
tell
me
the
Italian
then
hell
see
Im
not
so
ignorant
what
a
pity
he
didnt
stay
Im
sure
the
poor
fellow
was
dead
tired
and
wanted
a
good
sleep
badly
I
could
have
brought
him
in
his
breakfast
in
bed
with
a
bit
of
toast
so
long
as
I
didnt
do
it
on
the
knife
for
bad
luck
or
if
the
woman
was
going
her
rounds
with
the
watercress
and
something
nice
and
tasty
there
are
a
few
olives
in
the
kitchen
he
might
like
I
never
could
bear
the
look
of
them
in
Abrines
I
could
do
the
criada
the
room
looks
all
right
since
I
changed
it
the
other
way
you
see
something
was
telling
me
all
the
time
Id
have
to
introduce
myself
not
knowing
me
from
Adam
very
funny
wouldnt
it
Im
his
wife
or
pretend
we
were
in
Spain
with
him
half
awake
without
a
Gods
notion
where
he
is
dos
huevos
estrellados
senor
Lord
the
cracked
things
come
into
my
head
sometimes
itd
be
great
fun
supposing
he
stayed
with
us
why
not
theres
the
room
upstairs
empty
and
Millys
bed
in
the
back
room
he
could
do
his
writing
and
studies
at
the
table
in
there
for
all
the
scribbling
he
does
at
it
and
if
he
wants
to
read
in
bed
in
the
morning
like
me
as
hes
making
the
breakfast
for
1
he
can
make
it
for
2
Im
sure
Im
not
going
to
take
in
lodgers
off
the
street
for
him
if
he
takes
a
gesabo
of
a
house
like
this
Id
love
to
have
a
long
talk
with
an
intelligent
welleducated
person
Id
have
to
get
a
nice
pair
of
red
slippers
like
those
Turks
with
the
fez
used
to
sell
or
yellow
and
a
nice
semitransparent
morning
gown
that
I
badly
want
or
a
peachblossom
dressing
jacket
like
the
one
long
ago
in
Walpoles
only
8
/
6
or
18
/
6
Ill
just
give
him
one
more
chance
Ill
get
up
early
in
the
morning
Im
sick
of
Cohens
old
bed
in
any
case
I
might
go
over
to
the
markets
to
see
all
the
vegetables
and
cabbages
and
tomatoes
and
carrots
and
all
kinds
of
splendid
fruits
all
coming
in
lovely
and
fresh
who
knows
whod
be
the
1st
man
Id
meet
theyre
out
looking
for
it
in
the
morning
Mamy
Dillon
used
to
say
they
are
and
the
night
too
that
was
her
massgoing
Id
love
a
big
juicy
pear
now
to
melt
in
your
mouth
like
when
I
used
to
be
in
the
longing
way
then
Ill
throw
him
up
his
eggs
and
tea
in
the
moustachecup
she
gave
him
to
make
his
mouth
bigger
I
suppose
hed
like
my
nice
cream
too
I
know
what
Ill
do
Ill
go
about
rather
gay
not
too
much
singing
a
bit
now
and
then
mi
fa
pieta
Masetto
then
Ill
start
dressing
myself
to
go
out
presto
non
son
piu
forte
Ill
put
on
my
best
shift
and
drawers
let
him
have
a
good
eyeful
out
of
that
to
make
his
micky
stand
for
him
Ill
let
him
know
if
thats
what
he
wanted
that
his
wife
is
fucked
yes
and
damn
well
fucked
too
up
to
my
neck
nearly
not
by
him
5
or
6
times
handrunning
theres
the
mark
of
his
spunk
on
the
clean
sheet
I
wouldnt
bother
to
even
iron
it
out
that
ought
to
satisfy
him
if
you
dont
believe
me
feel
my
belly
unless
I
made
him
stand
there
and
put
him
into
me
Ive
a
mind
to
tell
him
every
scrap
and
make
him
do
it
out
in
front
of
me
serve
him
right
its
all
his
own
fault
if
I
am
an
adulteress
as
the
thing
in
the
gallery
said
O
much
about
it
if
thats
all
the
harm
ever
we
did
in
this
vale
of
tears
God
knows
its
not
much
doesnt
everybody
only
they
hide
it
I
suppose
thats
what
a
woman
is
supposed
to
be
there
for
or
He
wouldnt
have
made
us
the
way
He
did
so
attractive
to
men
then
if
he
wants
to
kiss
my
bottom
Ill
drag
open
my
drawers
and
bulge
it
right
out
in
his
face
as
large
as
life
he
can
stick
his
tongue
7
miles
up
my
hole
as
hes
there
my
brown
part
then
Ill
tell
him
I
want
£
1
or
perhaps
30
/
-
Ill
tell
him
I
want
to
buy
underclothes
then
if
he
gives
me
that
well
he
wont
be
too
bad
I
dont
want
to
soak
it
all
out
of
him
like
other
women
do
I
could
often
have
written
out
a
fine
cheque
for
myself
and
write
his
name
on
it
for
a
couple
of
pounds
a
few
times
he
forgot
to
lock
it
up
besides
he
wont
spend
it
Ill
let
him
do
it
off
on
me
behind
provided
he
doesnt
smear
all
my
good
drawers
O
I
suppose
that
cant
be
helped
Ill
do
the
indifferent
1
or
2
questions
Ill
know
by
the
answers
when
hes
like
that
he
cant
keep
a
thing
back
I
know
every
turn
in
him
Ill
tighten
my
bottom
well
and
let
out
a
few
smutty
words
smellrump
or
lick
my
shit
or
the
first
mad
thing
comes
into
my
head
then
Ill
suggest
about
yes
O
wait
now
sonny
my
turn
is
coming
Ill
be
quite
gay
and
friendly
over
it
O
but
I
was
forgetting
this
bloody
pest
of
a
thing
pfooh
you
wouldnt
know
which
to
laugh
or
cry
were
such
a
mixture
of
plum
and
apple
no
Ill
have
to
wear
the
old
things
so
much
the
better
itll
be
more
pointed
hell
never
know
whether
he
did
it
or
not
there
thats
good
enough
for
you
any
old
thing
at
all
then
Ill
wipe
him
off
me
just
like
a
business
his
omission
then
Ill
go
out
Ill
have
him
eying
up
at
the
ceiling
where
is
she
gone
now
make
him
want
me
thats
the
only
way
a
quarter
after
what
an
unearthly
hour
I
suppose
theyre
just
getting
up
in
China
now
combing
out
their
pigtails
for
the
day
well
soon
have
the
nuns
ringing
the
angelus
theyve
nobody
coming
in
to
spoil
their
sleep
except
an
odd
priest
or
two
for
his
night
office
or
the
alarmclock
next
door
at
cockshout
clattering
the
brains
out
of
itself
let
me
see
if
I
can
doze
off
1
2
3
4
5
what
kind
of
flowers
are
those
they
invented
like
the
stars
the
wallpaper
in
Lombard
street
was
much
nicer
the
apron
he
gave
me
was
like
that
something
only
I
only
wore
it
twice
better
lower
this
lamp
and
try
again
so
as
I
can
get
up
early
Ill
go
to
Lambes
there
beside
Findlaters
and
get
them
to
send
us
some
flowers
to
put
about
the
place
in
case
he
brings
him
home
tomorrow
today
I
mean
no
no
Fridays
an
unlucky
day
first
I
want
to
do
the
place
up
someway
the
dust
grows
in
it
I
think
while
Im
asleep
then
we
can
have
music
and
cigarettes
I
can
accompany
him
first
I
must
clean
the
keys
of
the
piano
with
milk
whatll
I
wear
shall
I
wear
a
white
rose
or
those
fairy
cakes
in
Liptons
I
love
the
smell
of
a
rich
big
shop
at
7
1
/
2d
a
lb
or
the
other
ones
with
the
cherries
in
them
and
the
pinky
sugar
11d
a
couple
of
lbs
of
those
a
nice
plant
for
the
middle
of
the
table
Id
get
that
cheaper
in
wait
wheres
this
I
saw
them
not
long
ago
I
love
flowers
Id
love
to
have
the
whole
place
swimming
in
roses
God
of
heaven
theres
nothing
like
nature
the
wild
mountains
then
the
sea
and
the
waves
rushing
then
the
beautiful
country
with
the
fields
of
oats
and
wheat
and
all
kinds
of
things
and
all
the
fine
cattle
going
about
that
would
do
your
heart
good
to
see
rivers
and
lakes
and
flowers
all
sorts
of
shapes
and
smells
and
colours
springing
up
even
out
of
the
ditches
primroses
and
violets
nature
it
is
as
for
them
saying
theres
no
God
I
wouldnt
give
a
snap
of
my
two
fingers
for
all
their
learning
why
dont
they
go
and
create
something
I
often
asked
him
atheists
or
whatever
they
call
themselves
go
and
wash
the
cobbles
off
themselves
first
then
they
go
howling
for
the
priest
and
they
dying
and
why
why
because
theyre
afraid
of
hell
on
account
of
their
bad
conscience
ah
yes
I
know
them
well
who
was
the
first
person
in
the
universe
before
there
was
anybody
that
made
it
all
who
ah
that
they
dont
know
neither
do
I
so
there
you
are
they
might
as
well
try
to
stop
the
sun
from
rising
tomorrow
the
sun
shines
for
you
he
said
the
day
we
were
lying
among
the
rhododendrons
on
Howth
head
in
the
grey
tweed
suit
and
his
straw
hat
the
day
I
got
him
to
propose
to
me
yes
first
I
gave
him
the
bit
of
seedcake
out
of
my
mouth
and
it
was
leapyear
like
now
yes
16
years
ago
my
God
after
that
long
kiss
I
near
lost
my
breath
yes
he
said
I
was
a
flower
of
the
mountain
yes
so
we
are
flowers
all
a
womans
body
yes
that
was
one
true
thing
he
said
in
his
life
and
the
sun
shines
for
you
today
yes
that
was
why
I
liked
him
because
I
saw
he
understood
or
felt
what
a
woman
is
and
I
knew
I
could
always
get
round
him
and
I
gave
him
all
the
pleasure
I
could
leading
him
on
till
he
asked
me
to
say
yes
and
I
wouldnt
answer
first
only
looked
out
over
the
sea
and
the
sky
I
was
thinking
of
so
many
things
he
didnt
know
of
Mulvey
and
Mr
Stanhope
and
Hester
and
father
and
old
captain
Groves
and
the
sailors
playing
all
birds
fly
and
I
say
stoop
and
washing
up
dishes
they
called
it
on
the
pier
and
the
sentry
in
front
of
the
governors
house
with
the
thing
round
his
white
helmet
poor
devil
half
roasted
