尤利西斯-第237章

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ause　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　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　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　mand　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　ing　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　dres