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—
I
was
with
Bob
Doran
,
he
’
s
on
one
of
his
periodical
bends
,
and
what
do
you
call
him
Bantam
Lyons
.
Just
down
there
in
Conway
’
s
we
were
.
Doran
Lyons
in
Conway
’
s
.
She
raised
a
gloved
hand
to
her
hair
.
In
came
Hoppy
.
Having
a
wet
.
Drawing
back
his
head
and
gazing
far
from
beneath
his
vailed
eyelids
he
saw
the
bright
fawn
skin
shine
in
the
glare
,
the
braided
drums
.
Clearly
I
can
see
today
.
Moisture
about
gives
long
sight
perhaps
.
Talking
of
one
thing
or
another
.
Lady
’
s
hand
.
Which
side
will
she
get
up
?
—
And
he
said
:
Sad
thing
about
our
poor
friend
Paddy
!
What
Paddy
?
I
said
.
Poor
little
Paddy
Dignam
,
he
said
.
Off
to
the
country
:
Broadstone
probably
.
High
brown
boots
with
laces
dangling
.
Wellturned
foot
.
What
is
he
foostering
over
that
change
for
?
Sees
me
looking
.
Eye
out
for
other
fellow
always
.
Good
fallback
.
Two
strings
to
her
bow
.
—
Why
?
I
said
.
What
’
s
wrong
with
him
?
I
said
.
Proud
:
rich
:
silk
stockings
.
—
Yes
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
He
moved
a
little
to
the
side
of
M
’
Coy
’
s
talking
head
.
Getting
up
in
a
minute
.
—
What
’
s
wrong
with
him
?
He
said
.
He
’
s
dead
,
he
said
.
And
,
faith
,
he
filled
up
.
Is
it
Paddy
Dignam
?
I
said
.
I
couldn
’
t
believe
it
when
I
heard
it
.
I
was
with
him
no
later
than
Friday
last
or
Thursday
was
it
in
the
Arch
.
Yes
,
he
said
.
He
’
s
gone
.
He
died
on
Monday
,
poor
fellow
.
