尤利西斯-第235章

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e　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　Tangierwhite　and　the　At！as　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　must　have　been　pure　16　carat　gold　because　it　was　very　heavy　I　can　see　his　face　clean　shaven　Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong　that　train　again　weeping　tone　once　in　the　dear　deaead　days　beyond　recall　close　my　eyes　breath　my　lips　forward　kiss　sad　look　eyes　open　piano　ere　oer　the　world　the　mists　began　I　hate　that　istsbeg　es　loves　sweet　ssooooooong　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　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　end　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　the