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a pound。 All that for nothing。 Bold hand。 Mrs Marion。 Did I forget to write address on that letter like the postcard I sent to Flynn？ And the day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie。 Wrangle with Molly it was put me off。 No； I remember。 Richie Goulding。 He's another。 Weighs on his mind。 Funny my watch stopped at half past four。 Dust。 Shark liver oil they use to clean could do it myself。 Save。 Was that just when he； she？
O； he did。 Into her。 She did。 Done。
Ah！
Mr Bloom with careful hand reposed his wet shirt。 O Lord； that little limping devil。 Begins to feel cold and clammy Aftereffect not pleasant。 Still you have to get rid of it someway。 They don't care。 plimented perhaps。 Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the kiddies。 Well； aren't they。 See her as she is spoil all。 Must have the stage setting； the rouge； costume； position； music。 The name too。 Amours of actresses。 Nell Gwynn； Mrs Bracegirdle； Maud Bransbe。 Curtain up。 Moonlight silver effulgence。 Maiden discovered with pensive bosom。 Little sweetheart e and kiss me Still I feel。 The strength it gives a man。 That's the secret of it。 Good job I let off there behind ing out of Dignam's。 Cider that was。 Otherwise I couldn't have。 Makes you want to sing after。 Lacaus esant taratara。 Suppose I spoke to her。 What about？ Bad plan however if you don't know how to end the conversation。 Ask them a question they ask you another。 Good idea if you're in a cart。 Wonderful of course if you say： good evening； and you see she's on for it： good evening。 O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was。 Whew！ Girl in Meath street that night。 All the dirty things I made her say all wrong of course。 My arks she called it。 It's so hard to find one who。 Aho！ If you don't answer when they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden。 And kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings。 Parrots。 Press the button and the bird will squeak。 Wish she hadn't called me sir。 Oh； her mouth in the dark！ And you a married man with a single girl！ That's what they enjoy。 Taking a man from another woman。 Or even hear of it。 Different with me。 Glad to get away from other chap's wife。 Eating off his cold plate。 Chap in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle。 French letter still in my pocketbook。 Cause of half the trouble。 But might happen sometime； I don't think。 e in。 All is prepared。 I dreamt。 What？ Worst is beginning。 How they change the venue when it's not what they like。 Ask you do you like mushrooms because she once knew a gentleman who。 Or ask you what someone was going to say when he changed his mind and stopped。 Yet if I went the whole hog； say： I want to； something like that。 Because I did。 She too。 Offend her。 Then make it up。 Pretend to want something awfully； then cry off for her sake。 Flatters them。 She must have been thinking of someone else all the time。 What harm？ Must since she came to the use of reason； he； he and he。 First Kiss does the trick。 The propitious moment。 Something inside them goes pop。 Mushy like； tell by their eye； on the sly。 First thoughts are best。 Remember that till their dying day。 Molly； lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the Moorish wall beside the gardens。 Fifteen she told me。 But her breasts were developed。 Fell asleep then。 After Gencree dinner that was when we drove home the featherbed mountain。 Gnashing her teeth in sleep。 Lord mayor had his eye off her too。 Val Dillon。 Apoplectic。
There she is with them down there for the fireworks。 My fireworks。 Up like a rocket； down like a stick。 And the children； twins they must be； waiting for something to happen。 Want to be grownups。 Dressing in mother's clothes。 Time enough； understand all the ways of the world。 And the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth。 I knew she could whistle。 Mouth made for that。 Like Molly。 Why that high class whore In Jammet's wore her veil only to her nose。 Would you mind； please； telling me the right time？ I'll tell you the right time up a dark lane。 Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning； cure for fat lips。 Caressing the little boy too。 Onlookers see most of the game。 Of course they understand birds； animals； babies。 In their line。
Didn't look back when she was going down the strand。 Wouldn't give that satisfaction。 Those girls； those girls； those lovely seaside girls。 Fine eyes she had； clear。 It's the white of the eye brings that out not so much the pupil。 Did she know what I？ Course。 Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump。 Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the high school drawing a picture of Venus with all his belongings on show。 Call that innocence？ Poor idiot！ His wife has her work cut out for her。 Never see them sit on a bench marked Wet Paint。 Eyes all over them。 Look under the bed for what's not there。 Longing to get the fright of their lives。 Sharp as needles they are。 When I said to Molly the man at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking； thought she might like； twigged at once he had a false arm。 Had too。 Where do they get that？ Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to show her understandings。 Handed down from father to mother to daughter； I mean。 Bred in the bone。 Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to save the ironing。 Best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a mirror。 And when I sent her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Presscott's； by the way that ad I must； carrying home the change in her stocking。 Clever little minx！ I never told her。 Neat way she carried parcels too。 Attract men； small thing like that。 Holding up her hand； shaking it； to let the blood flow back when it was red。 Who did you learn that from？ Nobody。 Something the nurse taught me。 O； don't they know？ Three years old she was in front of Molly's dressingtable just before we left Lombard street west。 Me have a nice face。 Mullingar。 Who knows？ Ways of the world。 Young student。 Straight on her pins anyway not like the other。 Still she was game。 Lord； I am wet。 Devil you are。 Swell of her calf。 Transparent stockings； stretched to breaking point。 Not like that frump today。 A。 E。 Rumpled stockings。 Or the one in Grafton street。 White。 Wow！ Beef to the heel。
A monkey puzzle rocket burst； spluttering in darting crackles。 Zrads and zrads； zrads； zrads。 And Cissy and Tommy ran out to see and Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the rocks。 Will she？ Watch！ Watch！ See！ Looked round。 She smelt an onion。 Darling； I saw your。 I saw all。
Lord！
Did me good all the same。 Off colour after Kiernan's； Dignam's。 For this relief much thanks。 In Hamlet； that is。 Lord！ It was all things bined。 Excitement。 When she leaned back felt an ache at the butt of my tongue。 Your head it simply swirls。 He's right。 Might have made a worse fool of myself however。 Instead of talking about nothing。 Then I will tell you all。 Still it was a kind of language between us。 It couldn't be？ No； Gerty they called her。 Might be false name however like my and the address Dolphin's barn a blind。
Her maiden name was Jemina Brown
And she lived with her mother in Irishtown。
Place made me think of that I suppose。 All tarred with the same brush。 Wiping pens in their stocking