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The mild |1mysterious summer1| evening had begun to |1wrap fold1| all nature in its |1soft mi deep1| mysterious |1glow warmth1|. Faraway in the west the sun was setting and the last |1light glow1| of |1all too fleeting1| day, veiled and |1shone lingered1| softly upon the sea and strand, on the proud promontory |1of dear1| old |1faithful1| Howth, the guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on the old weedgrown rocks |1along Sandymount shore1| and|1, last but not least,1| on the quiet church whence music and |1music of worship1| streamed forth at times upon the stillness |1music of prayer1| to her who is, in the her pure radiance, a beacon ever to the stormtossed heart |1of man1|, Mary, star of the sea.

The |1three1| girl friends were seated on the rocks, enjoying the evening air which was |1fresh but1| not too chilly. |1Many |aan evening a time & ofta| would they come there |ato their favourite nooka| to have a cosy chat & discuss things feminine1| Cissy Caffrey and Bertha Supple and Edie Boardman |1and with1| the baby |1boy1| |1in the pushcar1| and the twins Tommy and Jacky Caffrey, two noisy little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits to match with caps to match and the name H. M. S. Belleisle on both. For Tommy and Jacky were twins, scarce four years old, and very noisy and spoiled twins too sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing little ways about them. They were |1playing dabbling1| with their spades and buckets |1on in1| the sand, buildings building castles as little children do, or playing with |1the their1| big coloured ball., as happy as the day was long. And Edie Boardman was rocking the chubby baby boy to and fro in the pushcar. while he the young gentleman |1crowed fairly chuckled1| with delight. He was but fourteen months
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old and, though still a |1tiny1| toddler, was just beginning to lisp what his first babyish words. Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat little plucks and the |1sweet little |adainty ducky littlea|1| dimple in his chin.

— Now, baby, Cissy said. Say out big, |1big.1| I want a drink a water.

And baby prattled |1after her1|:

A jink a jink a jawbo.

Cissy |1Caffrey1| |1hugged the little man cuddled the wee fellow1| for she was awfully fond of children |1|aso patient with the little sufferers and little Tommy Caffrey would never take the castor oil unless |bit wasb| sister Cissy |bthatb| held his nose.a| and baby Boardman was as good as gold, a perfect |alittlea| dote |ain |bher hisb| fancy biba| with chubby hands and bright eye |aNo spoilt beauty was she.a|1| |1A downright No trueerº1| goodhearted girl |1was than1| Cissy |1Caffrey ever breathed1|, always with a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her |1cherry1| ripe red lips|1, a girl lovable in the extreme1|. Edie Boardman laughed too for baby at quaint the quaint baby language |1of her1|.

But just then there was a |1little trouble slight altercation1| between Master Tommy and Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and the two twins were no exception to the rule. The |1bone of contention apple of discord1| was a certain castle of sand which |1Master1| Jacky had built up and Master Tommy would have it |1right go wrong1| that it |1was to sh1| be improved improved according by a frontdoor like |1blank the Martello Tower had1|. But if |1Master1| Tommy was headstrong |1Master1| Jacky was selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas!) the coveted castle too and. Needless to say, the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the attention of the |1three1| girl friends to the

— Come here, Tommy, his sister called imperatively. At once! And you, Jacky, for shame! to throw |1poor1| Tommy in the
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dirty sand. Wait till I catch you for that.

|1His |aglisteninga| eyes |amistya| with unshed tears,1| Master Tommy came with |1his big eyes big with unshed tears1| at her call for their big sister's word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he was too after his tumble. His little |1man-o'-war top &1| unmentionables were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the art of keeping restoring smoothing out life's tiny troubles and very quickly the wet eyes were dry again and not one speck of sand was to be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue eyes were bright with |1hot1| tears that would well up so |1Edie Boardman Cissy1| shook at her hand at Master Jacky, |1far off the culprit, her eyes dancing in admonition1|.

|1Nasty1| Bold |1dirty1| Jacky, she said. |1She |aput blanka| her arm round the little fellow and |aasked coaxeda| winningly:

What's your name? Butter and cream.1|

— Tell us who is your sweetheart |1spoke1| Edie Boardman |1queried1|. Is Cissy your sweetheart?

— Nao, |1tearful1| Tommy said.

— Is Edie Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy said |1asked queried1|.

— Nao, Tommy said

— I know, Edie Boardman said |1|anone too amiably,a| with an arch glance from under the leaf of her her usually quiet eyes1|. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. |1Is Gertie your sweetheart, Tommy? Gertie is Tommy's sweetheart.1|

— Nao, Tommy said|1, on the verge of tears once more1|

He was

Cissy's quick |1with motherwit1| guessed that what was amiss. and she whispered to Edie Boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the gentleman couldn't see |1and to |abe sure minda| he didn't wet his new tan shoes1|.

But who was Gertie?

Gertie MacDowell who was seated near her companions |1lost in thought, gazing far away into the distance1| was |1in very truth1| as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see. |1She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though1| and, as folks often said, |1she was1| more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility, but |1since she had been taking those jelloids
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those iron jelloids she had been taking of late
1| had done a world of good |1and she was much better of those discharges she used to get1|. |1The waxen pallor of her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity.1| Her hands were |1delicately veined and of finely veined alabaster,1| with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments could make them though it was not true, what Edie Boardman said about them once to Cissy Caffrey, that she used to wear kid gloves in bed. Edie Boardman said that to |1Cissy Caffrey Bertha Supple1| once when she was black out with Gertie MacDowell |1(the |afriends |bgirl friends girl chumsb|a| had of course their little tiffs |afrom time to time like the rest of mortalsa|)1| and told her not to |1tell who let on |awhatever she dida| that |ashe it was her thata|1| told her |1or she'd never speak to her again|a, nevera|1|. No, |1Honour where honour is due1| there was an innate refinement |1a |alanguida| queenly |aair hauteura|1| about Gertie which was unmistakably evidenced in her shapel delicate hands and high |1shapely arched1| instep. Had |1kind1| fate willed her to be born |1a gentlewoman1| of high degree |1in her own right1| and had she only received the benefit of a good education Gertie MacDowell might |1easily1| have held her own again beside any lady of the land. and have seen |1herself exquisitely gowned |awith jewels on her browa| with1| suitors, the noblest aristocratic suitors |1at her feet1| vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her. Mayhap it was this |1(the love that might have been)1| that gave to her softly featured face at times |1that tense look of a look, tense with1| suppressed meaning, and that imparted a strange yearning |1expression tenderness1| to the |1lovely beautiful1| eyes. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Gertie's were of the deepest Irish blue fringed with set off by long lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. |1Time had been when those lashes and br brows had not been so silkily seductive.1| It was Madame Vera Verity of the |1|aConfidence page of Woman Beautiful Department of the Princess Novelettea|1| Girl's Companion who had advised her |1first1| to try eyebrowleine |1which gave that haunting expression to the eyes, so becoming in leaders of fashion;1| and she had never regretted it. But Gertie's crowning glory was her wealth of hair. It was dark brown with a natural wave in it. She had cut it |1just1| that very morning on account of the new moon and |1now, |ajust now, asa|1| it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters;. And just now at Edie's words as a swift telltale flush,
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delicate as the faintest roseboo rosebloom
, |1crept in |arose blanka|1| to her cheeks she looked so lovely in her sweet girlish shyness that of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not hold her equal.

For an instant she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes |1|a|babout to retort but something checked the words on her tongue.b| Inclination prompted her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent.a| the pretty lips pouted awhile1| but then she |1looked glanced1| up with a faint smile and broke into a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a |1young1| May morning. She knew |1right well1|, no-one better, what made |1Cissy Caffrey Edie Boardman1| say that Somebody's nose was out of joint |1as per usual1| |1on account of about1| the boy that had the bicycle in |1Herbert Avenue no 9 London Bridge road1| riding up and down in front of |1the her1| window. |1Only today he had gone to see his brother racing in the bicycle race in Trinity university. W.E. Wylie was his brother and he was going to go to Trinity to study in the university Only now |ahe was in for |bhe was studying hard for his father kept him in in the evening blankb|a| the intermediate and he was going to go to Trinity |auniversity College |bwhen he left the high schoolb|a| then to study |afor a doctora| in the university like his brother, |aW.E. Wylie J.A Hendersona|, who was racing in the bicycle races of Trinity College University. Little |acared reckeda| he perhaps for what she felt, that dull ache in her heart sometimes |apiercing to the corea|, yet he was young and perchance |ain timea| he might learn to love her.1| They were protestants in his family and of course Gerty knew who came first and after Him the Blessed Virgin & then Saint Joseph but he was undeniably handsome and he looked what he was, |1something off the common1| every inch a gentleman, the shape of his head too at the back |1with his cap off without his cap on1| and the way he turned the bicycle at the lamp unread with his hands off the bars |1and the nice perfume of those good cigarettes he smoked & they just of a size1| and that was why |1Cissy Caffrey Edie Boardman1| thought she was so |1very |amightily awfullya|1| clever because he didn't go and ride up and down in front of her window.

Gerty was dressed simply but with instinctive taste for she felt that there was just a might that he might be out. A tasteful blouse |1selftinted1| of electric blue |1by dolly dyes1| with a smart vee |1cut opening1| and kerchief pocket |1(in which she kept a tiny piece of wadding perfumed with heliotrope)1| |1& a navy three quarter skirt cut to the stride1| & set off admirably her slim figure. She wore a coquettish wide hat of nigger straw with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the side butterfly bow |1of silk1| to tone. All Monday afternoon she was |1shopping hunting1| to match that chenille and at last she
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found what she wanted at Clery's Summer bargains, |1slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice1| the very it, |1eight and a half 71| fingers one and a penny |1and when she did it up all by herself|a, trying it on and smiling back at her own reflection in the mirror,a| and |awhen shea| put it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew it would take the shine |aouta| of some people without she knew1|. Her shoes were the |1smartest of newest thing in1| footwear (Edie Boardman prided herself that she was |1very1| petite but she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell |1(a small 5)1| and never would have|1) ash, oak or elm,)º1|, with patent toecaps and French heels and just one smart buckle. Her wellturned ankle showed its proportions be |1unread neath1| her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of her shin shapely leg encased in finespun hose with high spliced heels and |1wide1| garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty's |1special chief1| care and who that knows the fluttering hopes & fears of sweet seventeen |1(though Gerty |awas a little more would never see 17 againa|)1| can find aught amiss in that? She had five |1lovely dinky1| sets, three articles and |1nighty nighties1| extra, |1and1| each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, cream, pale mauve and peagreen. |1And she washed them herself and |a|bblued airedb| anda| ironed and she had a brick too to keep the iron on.1| She was wearing the blue |1her own colour and the lucky colour too for a bride to have somewhere a little bit of blue ribbon1| for luck because |1it was Tuesday when she wore the green for grief that the green she wore on Tuesday brought grief because1| his father brought him in to study and |1because1| she thought perhaps he might be out too because |1that morning1| when she was dressing in a hurry that morning she nearly put on slipped |1up on on1| those others inside out the old pair inside out and that was for luck when you put those things on inside out if it wasn't |1of1| a Friday.
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And yet — and yet. A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. |1Her very soul is in her eyes |aand she would give worlds to be alone in her |broom her own familiar chamberb| where she could have a good cry and relieve her pent up feelings.a|1| The paly light of the gloaming falls on a face infinitely sad & wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. In vain she waits |1Yes, she had felt |aall along from very firsta| that |aReggy Wylie hea| was not for her. It would never be. He was but a boy|a. He could not, too young toa| understand. He would not believe in |alove love's languagea|. The night of the party in Stoer's |xhe was still in short trousersx| when they were together |ain the greenhouse when he stole an arm round her waist she went white to the very lipsa| he had called her little one and half kissed her |a(her first kiss)a| but it was only the end of her nose and she was glad when he had hastened from the room with a remark about refreshments. |aImpetuous fellow!a| Strength of character had never been Reggie Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell must be a man among men. But waiting, always waiting to be asked and it was leap year too and soon be over.1| No prince charming is her beau ideal |1to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet1| but rather |1an earnest a1| manly man |1one who would take her in his arms and comfort her with a hearty kiss, a man, every inch of him with a strong quiet face |aperhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, one who would understanda|, one who would |atake folda| her in his sheltering arms and strain her to him |a|bwith all inb| the strength of his deep passionate naturea| and comfort her with a hearty kiss1| For him she yearns this lovely summer |1evening eve1|. |1And in her heart With all the heart of her1| she longs to be his, his only, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in business, in health, till death us two part from this to this day forward.

And while Edie Boardman was with little Tommy behind the pushcar she was just thinking if the day would ever come when she would call herself his little wife to be. Then they could talk |1about her, Bertha Supple too, spitfire. because she was 221|. She would care for him with creature comforts too for Gerty knew that a |1mere1| man liked that feeling of homeyness. Her teacakes and queen |1of Ann's1| pudding had won golden opinions from all because she had a lucky hand they said also for lighting a fire, |1dredge in the fine flour1| always stir in the same direction then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs and they would have a nice drawingroom too with pictures and chintz covers for the chairs and that lovely toastrack that was
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in Clery's summer sale like they have in rich houses|1. He would be tall (she had always admired tall men) with glistening white teeth under his |acarefully trimmed sweepinga| moustache1| and every morning they would both have brekky for their |1own1| two selves and before he went to business he would give her |1just one a1| good |1long1| hug and gaze for a moment |1deep down1| into her eyes.

Edie Boardman asked |1little1| Tommy was he done and |1he said he was1| then she buttoned up his little |1pants knickerbockers1| |1for him1| and told him to run off now and play with Jacky and to be good and not to fight. But Tommy said he wanted the ball and Edie said no that baby Boardman was playing with |1it the ball1| and if he took it there'd be |1murder wigs on the green1| but Tommy said it was his ball and he wanted his ball. And he stamped his little foot too in temper. |1O, he was a man already was little Tommy Caffrey.1| Edie told him not no no and to run off with him now and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him. |1You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It's my ball.1| But Cissy told Baby Boardman to look up |1look up1| high at her fingers and |1she1| snatched the ball quickly and threw |1it1| along the sand and Tommy ran after it |1in full career1| |1having won the day1|.

Anything for a quiet life! Cissy said laughed Ciss.

And she tickled baby Boardman's two cheeks to make him forget |1and played here's the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his |afine gingerbreada| carriage and here he walks in chinchopper chinchopper chinchopper chin.1| But Edie said |1was cross |awas very cross got as cross as two sticksa|1| about it his getting his own way like that and said he was as
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bold as brass sometimes from |1everyone1| petting him |1& giving him his own way1|.

— I'd like to give him something, she said, so I would, where I won't say.

— On the bee-o-teetom, laughed |1Cissy |amerry Cissy Cissy merrily |bwith a pert toss of her headb|a|1|.

Gerty MacDowell bent her head down at |1the idea of1| Cissy saying a thing like that |1out1|, |1she'd be ashamed of her life to say,1| and flushed flushing a deep rosy red., and Edie Boardman said she was sure the gentleman opposite heard what she said. But not a pin cared Cissy.

|1O my! Let him!1| she said |1|apertly with a piquant tilt of her nosea|1|. Give it to him too |1on the same place1|, quick as I'd look at him.

Madcap Ciss! You had to laugh at her sometimes. |1|aFor instance when she asked you would you have some more chinese tea & jaspberry ram. |bOr said she wanted to pay a visit to the miss white.b| Anda| The jugs she used to draw too and men's faces: make you split your sides. That was just like |aher Cissycumsa|.1| But she was sincerity itself, |1one of the bravest & truest hearts heaven ever made.1| not one of your |1doublefaced 2faced1| things, too sweet to be wholesome.

And then there float came out upon the air the sound of voices |1and the pealing anthem of the organ1| from the old ivyclad church and Gerty's heart was touched. It was the men's |1mission temperance novena1| conducted by the missioner, the reverend father John Hughes S.J, rosary, sermon and benediction of the most blessed sacrament. They were there gathered together, without distinction of social class |1(and most edifying was it to see)1|, in that simple |1church fane1| beside the |1sea waves1| ., after the storms of this weary world kneeling humbly at the immaculate feet of the immaculate, praying to her to intercede for them, |1refuge of sinners, comfortress of the afflicted, virgin most prudent holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins1|. How sad to |1poor1| Gerty's ears! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the demon of drink she might now be rolling in her carriage,
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second to none. |1She would not be living with the Hughes's.1| |1Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the fireside, in a brown study, her eyes on the dying embers or gazing out of the window |aby the houra| at the rain falling on the rusty bucket.1| But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cast its shadow over her girlhood days. Nay, she had even witnessed in |1her the1| home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a prey to the devil of whisky, behave like the lowest of the low forget himself completely for |1he if there was one thing |aof all thingsa| that Gerty knew it was that the man1| who lifts his hand to a woman ex save in the way |1in of1| kindness, deserved to be branded as the lowest of the low.

And still the voices sang in supplication to the virgin most powerful, virgin most merciful. And Gerty, rapt in thought, |1scarcely scarce1| saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or |1Mr Henderson the gentleman off the Sandymount Green that Cissy called the man that's so like himself1| passing along the strand., taking a short walk. |1You never saw him any way screwed1| But still she would not like him for a father |1because he was too old or something (it was a palpable case of Dr Fell)1| on account of his face |1or his |acarbunclya| nose with the pimple on it1|. Poor father! With all his faults she loved him still when he sang The Song that reached my heart and they had stewed cockles for supper. and then when he sang the duet The Moon hath raised her lamp above with Mr. Dignam that was buried died suddenly and was buried |1God have mercy on him1| from a stroke|1. Her birthday that was and Charley was home on holidays and mother and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy |a& Freddy Dignama|. And they were to have had a group taken. |aAnd no-one would have thought the end was so near.a| And now Mr Dignam |awas gone that used to laid to rest would nevera| sing with her father |aso nicely any more the duetsa|.1| and mother said to let that be a warning to him. And he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring
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him |1his the1| letters |1and samples1| from his office about Catesby's cork lino makes the home bright and cheery, artistic designs |1fit for a palace1|, gives splendid wear and always bright and cheery.

A sterling good daughter was Gerty. |1|ajust likea| A second mother in the house |aand. A ministering angel too, as kind as kind could be, fora| when mother was ill had that those awful headaches who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like mother's taking |apinches ofa| snuff because it |awas not wasn'ta| ladylike and that was the only |asinglea| thing they ever had words about., taking snuff.1| It was |1she Gerty1| who turned off the gas every night at the main and it was |1she Gerty1| hung up with tacks |1in a certain on the wall of that1| place the picture of Halcyon Days where a gentleman in the dress they used to wear then |1with a threecornered hat1| was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove |1through the lattice window |awith oldtime chivalrya|1|. The colours were done lovely|1. She was |arobeda| in |acream muslim soft clinging white.a|1| and the gentleman in chocolate |1with a threecornered hat1| and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She often looked at them dreamily when she went there |1|ato pay a visita| for a certain purpose1| and thought about those times because she had rea found |1out1| in Walker's Pronouncing dictionary |1that belonged to |afather |bgrandfather grandpapab| Giltrapa|1| about the halcyon days |1what they meant1|.

Tomm The twins were playing in |1right the most approved1| brotherly fashion till at last master Jacky, who was really as bold as brass, there was no getting behind that, deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he could and it went flying |1through the air |aup towards the trees |bdownb| towards the seaweedy rocksa|1|. Needless to say poor Tommy was not slow to |1expres voice1| his dismay but luckily |1the ball was intercepted by1| the gentleman |1in black1| who was sitting there by himself |1came to the rescue & intercepted the ball1|. Tos Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and, to avoid trouble, Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to her, please. The gentleman |1rolled the ball |athrew the ball aimed the ball once or twice and |brolled then threwb| ita|1| along the sand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt |1near the little pool beside |athe hera| rock1|. The
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twins clamoured again for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and let them fight for it. so drew back her foot but she wished |1it their stupid ball1| hadn't come |1rolling down1| to her and gave a kick but she missed and then, and Edie and Cissy laughed |1so then Gerty

|aIf you faila| Try again, Edie Boardman said.

Gerty smiled assent but she1| was determined to |1show them so let them see so1| she lifted her skirt a little, |1took good aim1| and |1|ashe took good aima|1| gave the ball a jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it, down towards the shingle. |1All Pure1| jealousy of course it was, nothing else|1, and Gerty |a|btryingb| to draw attention,a| of course on account of the gentleman looking. A delicate pink crept into Gerty's pretty cheeks and then she1| felt the warm flush surging into her cheeks, a danger signal with Gerty MacDowell, surging |1& |aburning flaminga|1| into her face. Till then they had exchanged only |1casual1| glances |1of the most casual1| but now under the brim of her |1new1| hat she stole a look at him and the face |1she saw that met her gaze1| then |1in the twilight1|, |1pale wan1| and strangely drawn seemed to her the saddest |1she had ever seen face she ever saw1|.

Through the open windows of the church the fragrant incense floated was wafted and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of original sin. Spiritual vessel, |1pray for us1| honourable vessel, pray for us. Mystical rose. and careworn hearts were there, and toilers for their daily bread, and many who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but |1for all that1| bright with hope for the reverend father Hughes had told them what the great saint Bernard had said |1in his famous prayer1| of |1the her1| in |1Mary's Mary the most pious virgin's1| intercessory power that it was never not recorded in any age that |1they those1| who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.

The twins were now playing again |1quite right1| merrily
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for the troubles of childhood are but as passing summer clouds. Cissy Caffrey played with Baby Boardman till he crowed with glee asking him |1clapping baby hands in the air. She hid1| behind the hood of the pushcar |1crying peep1| and Edie asking where was Cissy gone and then Cissy popped up her head and said ah. |1And O my didn't the little chap enjoy that!1| And then she bade him say papa.

— Say papa, baby. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.

And baby did his level best to say it:

Ch Ja ja ja ja.

Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit up |1properly1| and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried out to Edie:

— O mercy on me, holy saint Denis, that he was possing wet and to double the half blanket the other way |1under him1|. Of course his |1infant1| majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities |1and it was all no use telling him |aabout the geegeea| where was the puffpuff1| but Cissy, always readywitted, gave him |1in his mouth1| the bone teat |1of the suckingbottle1| and the young heathen was quickly appeased.

Gerty wished to goodness they would take their |1little brat baby1| home out of that in the, no hour to be out, and the little brats of twins. She gazed out towards the distant sea. It was like a picture: the evening and the clouds coming out and the Bailey light and to hear the music like that and the perfume they used in the church. And while she gazed |1her the1| heart |1of the girl-woman1| went pitapat. Yes, it was her he was looking at |1and there was meaning in his look1|. His eyes burned into her as though they would |1read her through and through1| search her very soul. Wonderful eyes they were|1, superbly expressive,1| but could you
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trust |1him them1|.
She could see at once that he was a foreigner by his dark eyes but she could not see |1if whether1| he had an aquiline nose from where he was sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the story of a |1strange past haunting sorrow1| was written on his face. She would have given worlds to know what it was. He was looking |1up1| so intensely so still and he saw her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if she |1waggled swung1| them like that. thoughtfully. She was glad |1she had Something told her1| put on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was far away. Here was that of which she had so oft dreamed. The heart of the girl-woman went out to him. If he had suffered, |1or had been more1| sinned against than sinning, or more, more if he had been himself a sinner, a wicked man she cared not. There were wounds that wanted healing. Those dark eyes had suffered and, O, she |1longed |awanted just yearneda|1| to know all |1and,1| to forgive all |1and make him forget the memory of the past in her arms.1| if only |1he would come to her for himself |ahe would come to her love and hold her in his arms |bhe would come to her with love and hold her in his arms If she could make him fall in love with her. Then mayhap he would hold embrace her gentlyb|a|1|, crushing her soft body to him |1|aforget the memory of the pasta|1| and love her for herself |1unread alone1|.

Refuge of sinners and comfortress of the afflicted: Ora pro nobis. Well has it been said that |1whoever whosoever1| prays to her with faith and constancy can never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart. Gerty could picture the whole scene in the church, the stained
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glass windows lighted up, the candles and |1the smell of1| flowers and |1the those1| incense |1they used1| and the |1blue1| banners of the blessed virgin's sodality and probably father Conroy was helping |1the canon canon O'Hanlon1| at the altar, carrying things in and out with his eye cast down. He looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet and dark and clean. and his hands were just like white wax. He told her that time when she told him about that |1in the at confession |acrimsoning up to the |bveryb| roots of her hair for fear he could see,a|1| not to be troubled because that came was only the voice of nature and we were all subject to nature's |1law laws1|, he said, in this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said, and that our Blessed Lady herself said to the |1angel archangel1| Gabriel be it done unto me according to thy Thy word. He was so kind and holy and often and often she thought could she work |1a an embroidered1| teacosy for him as a present |1or a clock but they had a clock with a canary in it to tell the time |aon the mantelpiecea| in the priest's house that day Saturday when she went for the priest for Mr Dignam1| because it was hard to know what kind of a present to give. or perhaps an album of views of |1Dublin or1| some place.

The little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. |1Li Common little monkeys. Someone ought to |acome take thema| & give them a good hiding for themselves |ato keep them in their places, the both of thema|. And Cissy & Edie shouted after them1|

— Jacky! Tommy! |1cried Cissy and Edie they cried1|. Come back.

Because they were afraid the tide might come in on them, and be drowned.

— Jacky!

Not they, what a notion they had! So Cissy said it was the last time she'd ever bring them out. She jumped up and called them and then she ran down the slope past him, tossing behind her her raven hair which had a good enough colour
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if there had been more of it but with all the thingamerry she |1put was always putting1| it into it she couldn't get it to grow long because it wasn't natural. |1So she |acould just goa| could throw her hat at it.1| She ran with |1long |asuch her longa| gandery1| strides it was a wonder she didn't rip up her skirt |1at the side1| that was too tight on her as because there was a lot of the tomboy |1in her about Cissy Caffrey1| whenever she |1thought she had1| a |1chance fine opportunity1| to show off and just because she was a good runner she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her petticoat |1|aand her thin shanksa|1| running |1and her skinny shanks1| up as far as possible. It would have served her |1just1| right if she |1had1| tripped herself over something with her high |1French1| heels on her boots |1to make her look tall1| |1& |afallen |btumbled got a tumbleb|a|1|. That would have been a |1nice exhibition very charming exposé1| for |1the gentleman a gentleman like that1| to see.

Queen of angels, of patriarchs, of prophets, of all saints, they prayed, queen of the most holy rosary, and then father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and he put in the incense and in censed the blessed sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was itching to give them a good clip on the ear but she didn't because she thought he was looking after her but she never made a bigger mistake in her life because Gerty could see without looking |1while she was just swinging her foot1| that he never took his eyes off her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Father Conroy |1& knelt down, looking up at the blessed sacrament1| and the choir began to sing the Tantum Ergo and she just swung
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her foot in and out in time |1to the |aTantum Ergo sacramentum tantumer gosacr gosa cramentum cramen tuma|1| |1Five and nine Four and eleven1| she paid for those stockings in |1Sparrows of1| George's street at |1the Tuesday no the Monday before1| easter and there wasn't a brack on them and that was what he was looking at|1, transparent,1| and not at hers that had neither shape nor form because he had better taste and could see |1the difference for himself for himself the difference1|.

Cissy came back along the strand with the two twins and their ball with her hat |1anyhow1| on one side after her run and she did look a streel |1lugging the two kids along|a, |band withb| the blouse she bought only a fortnight before like a rag on her backa|1|. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to settle it and a prettier, a daintier head |1of |aricha| nutbrown tresses1| was never seen on a girl's shoulders. |1A radiant little vision |ashe looked |bwas she in soothb|a|, maddening in its sweetness.1| You would have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of hair |1the1| like |1of1| that. She could almost see |1the a swift1| answering flash of admiration in his eyes |1that set her tingling in every nerve1|. She put on her hat so that she could see from underneath and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath caught as she read the expression of his eyes. He was watching |1eying1| her as a snake watches |1eyes1| its prey. Her woman's instinct told her she had roused the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from |1throat to brow brow to throat1| till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose.

Edie Boardman was
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noticing it too because she said to Gerty was looking at Gerty through her spectacles |1and half smiling1|, pretending to hushaby baby. Irritable little gnat she |1|aalwaysa|1| was poking her nose into what was no concern of hers. |1Always was and always would be.1| And she said |1to Gerty1|:

A penny for your thoughts.

— What? laughed Gerty. I was only wondering is it late.

Because she wished they'd take the twins and the baby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a |1gentle1| hint about |1the time it being late1|. And when Cissy came up Edie asked her the time|1.

— Half past kissing time, and1| Cissy said |1|aglibl as glib as you likea| it was half past kissing time1|. Time to kiss again.

But Edie wanted to know because they were told to be in early.

— Wait, Cissy said, I'll ask uncle over there. what's the time by his conundrum.

|1So over she went to the gentleman So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him taking his hand out of his pocket and |agetting nervous &a| beginin begin to play with his watchchain because and looking up at the church. She could see he was a man Passionate nature though he was Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself|a. One moment he had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze, the passion seething in his veins.a| and the next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman, self control expressed in every line of his distinguished looking figure.1| |1and Cissy1| said to excuse her would he mind |1please1| telling her |1what was1| the right time. And Gerty could see him taking |1his hand out of his pocket and1| taking out his watch and looking at it |1and listening and looking up1| and he said |1he was very sorry1| it was stopped |1but he thought it must be after eight because the sun was set. His voice had a quiet cultured ring in it and there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones1| and Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said his |1water1| works were out of order.

Then they sang the second verse of the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon got up again and censed the blessed sacrament and knelt down and he told Father Conroy that one of
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the candles was |1too near the flowers just going to |aburn set fire toa| the flowers1| and father Conroy got up and settled it |1all right1| and she could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to |1it the works1| and she swung her leg more |1because it in & out |ain timea|. It1| was getting dark but he could see and he was looking all the time |1that1| he was winding the watch |1or whatever he was doing to it1| and |1then1| he put it back |1then1| |1and she felt a kind of a sensation rushing |aalla| over her when |aand she knew by the feel of her scalp and the |bvisitation itchingb| against her stays that that thing was coming on because the last time was also when she |bwashed clippedb| hair on account of the moona|1| and his dark eyes |1were fixed fixed themselves1| on her |1again1|, drinking in her every |1line contour, literally worshipping at her shrine1|. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on his face. And it is for you, |1Gerty Gertrude1| MacDowell, and you know it.

Edie began to get ready to go |1and she noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect1| because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and combed their hair to make herself attractive and Canon O'Hanlon stood up |1with his cope poking up at his neck1| and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edie and Cissy were talking about the time all the time |1and asking her1| but Gerty could |1treat pay1| them back in their own coin in her own quiet way and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edie asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy |1|ajilting her throwing her overa|1|. |1Gerty winced sharply1| A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes |1and that1| spoke of scorn immeasurable. It hurtO yes, it cut deep
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because Edie had |1a her own cruel1| way of saying things she knew would wound |1like the confounded little cat she was1|. Gerty's lips parted swiftly but she |1repressed fought back1| the sob that rose to her throat, so slim, so flawless, so beautifully modelled |1it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of1|. She had loved him better than he knew|1. Lighthearted |adeceivera| and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her andº1| and for an instant there was |1in the blue eyes1| a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for |1them Miss Edie1| to see.

O, she laughed |1(and the proud head flashed up)1|, I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year.

Her words rang out |1|abright & crystala|1| clear, more musical than the cooing of the ringdove but |1they cut the silence icily1| there was that in her young voice that told that she was not |1a1| one to be lightly trifled with. Miss Edie's countenance fell |1to no slight extent1| and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage because that shaft had struck home and they both knew that she was something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else that knew it and saw so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.

Edie straightened up Baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy put in the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time because the sandman |1was coming was |aabout to pay a visit |bon his rounds |cwas coming was on the wayc|b|a|1| for |1baby master Boardman junior1|. And Cissy told him too that billywinks was coming and that baby was to go deedaws and baby looked |1just too ducky laughing1| up out of his |1laughing gleeful1| eyes and sh Cissy poked him like that
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out of fun in his |1little wee fat1| tummy and baby |1without as much as by your leave1| |1paid sent up1| his compliments |1to all & sundry1| on to his |1brand1| new dribbling bib.

O my! Puddeny pie! |1exclaimed Cissy, as she |acried protesteda| Ciss. |aThe slight contretemps claimed her attention but …a| and in two twos she1| set that little matter to rights.

Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and Edie asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it off by saying that was the |1|abell for thea|1| benediction |1for because1| just then the soft bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet |1shore seashore1| because canon O'Hanlon was |1up1| on the altar with the veil round him that father Conroy put |1round him round his shoulders1| giving |1them1| the benediction with the blessed sacrament in his hands.

How beautiful the scene |1there in the gathering twilight1| the last glimpse of Erin, the sweet |1sound chimes1| of |1the those1| evening bells |1and and at the sound a bat flew forth from the |aivieda| belfry through the dusk, hither and thither., with a tiny tiny cry. And1| she could see far away the lights of lighthouses and soon the lamplighter would be going his rounds |1lighting the lamp near her window where Reggie used to turn the bicycle.1| like she read in that book by Mrs |1Gaskell Cummins |aauthor of |bRuth Mabel |cCummins Vaughanc| other talesb| etca| The Lamplighter.1| and she wa For Gerty had her dreams that no-one knew of. She loved to read poetry and |1when she got a |apresent keepsakea| from Bertha Supple of that lovely confession b Album with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in1| she had written laid |1it1| in |1the her toilet table1| drawer |1|aso which, though it did not err on the side of luxury wasa| scrupulously neat & clean,1| |1where There it was1| she kept her girlish treasures |1trove1|, the tortoiseshell |1comb combs, her child of Mary badge1| and the |1whiterose1| scent|1, the eyebrowline |aand her alabaster pouncetboxa|1| and the ribbons to change when her things came |1home1| from the wash, and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express herself like that poetry she had copied out of a |1paper newspaper1| she found |1round the potherbs one evening one evening round the potherbs1| Art thou real, my ideal? it was called by Louis J Walshe |1and after there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever1|. And |1sometimes often1| the beauty of poetry, so sad too in its |1transient1| loveliness,
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had |1moved her to misted her eyes with1| silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping by for her, one by one, and but for that one shortcoming she knew she need fear no comparisons and that was an accident and she always tried to conceal it. But it must end, she felt. |1She felt that if she saw that magic lure in his |aeyes gazea| there would be no holding back for her. |aLove laughs at locksmiths.a| She would make the great sacrifice.1| Come what might she would be Dearer than the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness. |1There was the all important question |a& she was dying to knowa| was he a |awidower or who had lost his wife or some tragedy |blike the nobleman |cwith the foreign name from the land of songc| in that novel that had to have her put in a madhouse when she went mad, cruel only to be kindb|a| married man. But even if — what then? |aWould it make a very great difference? |bFrom everything |cin the leastc| indelicate her |cfinec| nature instinctively recoiled. She loathed that sort of |cwoman that used to person the fallen womenc| off the accomodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the soldiers and |chalf drunken coarsec| men, degrading the sex. No, no and being taken up to the police station. No, no: not that. They would be just good friends in spite of the conventions of society with a big ess.b| She would be even with Mr Stuckup Wylie whose people didn't want him to marry beneath them.a| |aOr perhaps Perhapsa| it was an old flame he was in mourning for in the days beyond recall. |aShe thought she understood.a| She would be full of sympathy, try to understand him because men were so different. The old love was waiting, waiting with little white hands stretched out, with blue appealing eyes. She would follow the dictates of her heart for love was the great guide.1| Nothing else mattered. She would Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

Canon O'Hanlon put the blessed sacrament back into the tabernacle and genuflected and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then he locked the tabernacle door |1because the benediction was over and father Conroy handed him his hat to put on.1| and Edie asked was she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out:

— O, look, look! Cissy!

And they all looked was it |1sheet1| lightning but Tommy saw it too over the trees beside the church, blue and then green and purple.

— It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said.

And they all ran down the strand to see |1over the houses and the church1|, Edie with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy holding Tommy & Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall running.

— Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It's the bazaar fireworks.

|1But Gerty was adamant.1| She had no intention now of being at their beck and call |1if they could run like rossies she could sit1| so she said she could see from where she was. The eyes |1that1| were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling. She looked at him a moment, meeting his glance, and a light broke in upon her. Whitehot passion was in that face, passion silent as the grave |1and it had made her his1|. And at At last they were left alone and without the others to |1pry blank1| and pass remarks and she knew he could be trusted to the death, |1steadfast1| a man of honour to his fingertips. She leaned back far to see up where the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back, looking up, and there was no-one to see only
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him |1& her1| when she revealed |1like that1| |1all her1| graceful beautifully shaped legs |1like that1|, supply soft and delicately rounded and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart |1his hoarse breathing1| because she knew too |1about the passion of men like that hot blooded1| because Bertha Supple told her |1once1| about the lodger that was staying |1in their house with them1| out of the |1land commission custom house1| who had pictures of |1skirt1| dancers |1cut out of papers1| and she said he used to do something not very nice |1that you could imagine1| sometimes in the bed. But this was different |1there1| |1from a thing like that because there1| was all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips. Besides there was absolution so long as you didn't do the other thing |1before being married1| and there ought to be women priests that you could tell that thing to would understand without telling and Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of soft look in her eyes |1so that she too, my dear,1| and besides it was on account of that other thing coming on the way it did.

|1And they all shouted,

— Look! Look! Look! And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look, look, look,1| there was another, and she leaned back and the garters were blue to match and on account of the contrast with the transparent and then they all saw it and they all shouted to look, look, look, there it was, and she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and |1something queer was flying through the air, a soft thing, dark, to and fro, twittering1| |1it was she saw1| a long Roman candle |1that went going1| up |1and over the trees1| up, up, up and up higher and they were all breathless with excitement |1and as1| it went |1so high higher & higher1| and she had to lean back more and more to see look up |1after it high, high almost out of sight1| and her face was suffused with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see |1the others her other things,1| too |1nainsook knickers four and eleven,1| on account of being white and she let him see and she saw that he saw and then it went so high it went out of sight a moment and
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she was trembling in every limb from being |1bent1| so far back that he could see |1far high1| up above her knee |1where noone even the cat1| and he wasn't ashamed to look |1|alike that that immodest way |bbecause he couldn't resist |cthe sightc|b| like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before men looking. |bShe would fain have cried to him chokingly, held out her |cwhite snowyc| slender arms to come to feel his lips laid on her white brow.b|a|1| and then O, suddenly it burst and it was like a sigh of O and everybody cried O, |1O,1| and it let fall |1out of it1| a stream of |1golden |athreadsa|1| rain |1in threads and the threads gold hair & they1| burst and, O Ah, they were all greeny |1stardrops dewy stars1| falling with golden rain, O so lovely, O soft, sweet, soft.

Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. She glanced at him as she bent forward |1quickly1|, a glance of |1piteous protest, of1| shy reproach, |1under which he coloured like a girl.1| and he was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom stands silent |1with bowed head1| before those bright young eyes. What a brute he had been! A fair, unsullied soul had called and, wretch that he was, |1what had he done how had he answered1|. |1What an utter cad he had been?1| But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and wandered. That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to |1know blank1| save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell.

|1Cissy Caffrey whistled.1|

— Gerty! Gerty! |1Cissy and Edie called she called1|. We're going. Come on. We can see better from farther up.

She |1Gerty rose Gerty had an idea. She waved her handkerchief in gay reply. whunread Wonder if he's too far to. She rose1|. She had to go: but they would meet again, there, and she would dream of it till then, till they met tomorrow. She drew herself up to her full height. Their |1eyes souls1| met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that had reached her heart|1, full of a strange shining,1| |1rested tenderly hung enraptured1| on her sweet flowerlike face. She half smiled at him, a sweet forgiving
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smile — and then they parted. Slowly, without looking back she went down the uneven strand to Cissy, to Edie, to Jacky and Tommy, to little baby Boardman|1, slowly because it. It1| was darker |1now1| and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand |1and slippy seaweed1| |1and she walked so she walked |awith a certain quiet dignity buta|1| with care and slowly |1|abut with a certain quiet dignitya|1| because — because Gerty MacDowell was lame.

|1Tight boots. NO! She's lame. |aO!a| Pth!1|

Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's left on the shelf |1and the others did a sprint1|. Thought something was wrong |1with her by the cut of her jib |aMight have a moustache, superfluous haira|1|. |1Usually is with jilted beauties Jilted beauty1|. Glad I didn't know it when she was |1at her game on show1|. Little Hot little devil all the same. |1Must be near Near1| her monthlies, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. |1All kinds of crazy longings. Girl in Tranquilla nun told me liked paraffin oil. Sister?1| That's the moon. But then why don't all women menstruate at the same time with the same moon. Depends on the time they were born, I suppose. I got the best of that. |1Made up for the tramdriver this morning. |aBea| Thankful for small mercies. |aGot it on the nod too. Yours for the asking.a|1| Pity they can't see themselves. A dream of wellfilled hose. Where was that |1picture I saw1|: Photo Bits. |1Mutoscope picture: for men only.1| Do they snapshot those girls or is it imagination of some fellow? Lingerie does it. |1Excites themselves too. when they're dressed up. Molly too: when I bought her the violet garters.1| Say a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out. |1Pinned together they are. |aO,a| Mary lost the pin of her1| Dressed up to the nines for somebody she was. |1Not in a hurry either. Always off to a fellow when they are. Out on spec probably They believe in chance because like themselves.1| and the others inclined to give her a dig. |1Mary & Martha.1| Girl friends|1, at school1| kissing and |1mauling and swearing to be friends all life long at school. |aSecret whispering Whispering secrets about nothinga| in the |anuns' conventa| garden |anuns with whitewashed faces, cool caps |b& their rosaries,b| going up and down vindictive too for what they haven't.a| |aand you Be sure now anda| write to me and I'll write to you:1| Molly and Josie Powell. Then see each other meet each other once in a blue moon. |1Tableau. Look who's there? |aFor the love of God!a| What have you been doing with yourself?1| Kiss and |1so glad delighted1| to|1, kiss, to1| see you. Picking holes in each other's appearance. You're looking splendid. Wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt. Feel better.

Devils they are when |1they feel that that's1| coming on. Molly often told me feel things a ton weight. Scratch Molly's feet Feel it myself too sometimes. Wonder if it's bad to go with them then. Something about withering plants in a garden, I read. Daresay she felt I. When you feel like that you often meet. |1Wonder did Did1| she like me or what. Dress they like. Always know if a fellow's courting: collar and cuffs. |1Still Same time1|, sometimes they
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prefer tie undone. Trousers? Suppose I when I was? No. Don't like things too open. Kiss in the dark and never tell.
|1Wonder what she saw Saw something1| in me. |1Wonder why.1| Still, you never know. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying, for example: beauty and the beast. Perhaps I'm not so old. |1Sooner have me as I am than some poet |awith bearsgrease, aa| lovelock over his dexter optic. To aid gentleman in literary. Ought to attend to my appearance better. Didn't let her see me in profile.1| Took off her hat to show her hair. |1Wide brim, bought it to hide her face meeting some one |amight know hera|, to bend down or carry a bunch of flowers. Hair smells strong in rut.1| Ten bob I got for Molly's hair combings when we were on the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money. Why not? Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Did I forget to write address on that letter like the postcard to Flynn. |1And the day I went to Drimmie's office without a necktie. Wrangle with Molly, of course, it was.1| No, I remember. Richie Goulding: he's another. Funny my watch stopped at half past four. Was that when |1just when he1|?

O, he did! |1Into her!1| she did! he did! Done.

Mr Bloom with careful hand arranged his wet shirt. O, Lord, that little lame devil. Begins to feel cold and |1wet clammy1|. |1After effect |anon nota| pleasant.1| They don't care. Complimented, perhaps. Go home now and say night prayers with the kiddies. Well, aren't they? Still, I feel. The strength it gives a man, for example. Of course that's the secret of it. |1Good job I |adid it let offa| there behind the wall coming out of Dignam's of. Otherwise I couldn't have. Makes you want to sing |aaftera|.1| Suppose, I spoke to her. Bad plan however if you don't know how to end the conversation. Ask them a question they ask you another then you're in a cart. |1|aGood plan if you're stuck. |bHow they change the venue too when it's not what they want. Ask you do you like mushrooms because she unread knew a gentleman once who.b|a| Wonderful of course it is if you say: good evening: and you see that she's on for it: good evening. French letter I have in my pocketbook and never used. Still might happen sometime.1| Yet, if I said |1go the whole hog,º1|: I want to, something like that, because I did, she too. Offend her: then make it up. |1|aEverything impossible till you try. Pretend to want something awfully. Then |bgive it up cry offb| for her sake. Flatters them.a|1| She might have been thinking of someone else all the time. What harm? Must have since she came to the use of reason, he and he and he. First kiss does the trick. |1Something inside them goes pop. Mushy like, tell by their eye, on the sly. First thoughts are best.1| Remember that all their lives. Molly |1the lieutenant lieutenant Mulvey1| that kissed her under the |1monkeys' garden Moorish wall beside the gardens in Gibralter: fifteen, she told me1|. Fell asleep then. After Glencree that was |1when we drove home1|. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord Mayor had his eye on her too: Val Dillon, apoplectic.

There she is with them down there. |1For the fireworks.1| |1And and1| the children, always waiting for something to happen. |1Want to be grownups, dressing in mother's clothes. Time enough: understand all the ways of the world.1| And the dark one with the mop head|1. And the thick lips and the |aniggera| mouth1|. |1Caressing the boy. Onlookers see most of the game. Of course they understand birds, animals, babies,: in their line.1| Would you mind, please telling the right time me the right time. Say prunes and prisms every morning, cure for fat lips. |1Mouth |abuilt madea| for that. Why some whores wear veils to their noses.1| Didn't look back when she was going
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goingº down the strand. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside. Fine eyes, she had, clear: it's the white brings that out not so much the pupil. Did she know what I? Of course. |1Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Never meet one like Wilkins in the high school drawing a picture of Venus with all his belongings on show. |aCall that innocence? He Poor idiot.a| His wife has her work cut out for her.1| Sharp as needles. they are. When I said |1to Molly1| the man at the corner of Cuffe street |1we passed was a1| goodlooking man, thought she might like, twigged at once he had a false arm. Had, too. Where do they get that? Bred in the bone., I suppose. Milly, for example, drying handkerchief on the lookingglass to save the ironing. And when I sent her for |1the Molly's1| shawl to Prescott's carrying home the change in her stocking. Clever little minx. |1I never told her. Neat way she carries parcels too: attract men, small thing like that. Holding up her hand |a& shaking ita| when it was red to let the blood flow back. |aWho taught you that? |bWhere Whob| did you learn that from?a| Nobody. Something the nurse taught me.1| O, don't they know,! |1Handed down from father to, mother to son daughter, I mean.1| |1Nine Five1| years old she was in front of Molly's dressing table: Me have a nice pace. Mullingar. Who knows. Way of the world. Straight on her pins, anyhow, not like the other. Still, she was a game one. 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, |1white, wow,1| beef to the heel.

A monkey puzzle rocket burst |1Spluttering, in darting crackles1|. Zrads and unread zrads and zrads and zrads |1and Edy and. And1| Cissy and Tommy & Jacky ran to see and |1Edie Edy1| after with the pushcar, |1and Gerty1| beyond the curve of the rocks. Will she? |1Look at that! |aSee Watcha| that!1| |1Look at |aSee Watcha|1| that! Looked |1back round1|. She smelt an onion. Darling you are! I saw, I saw |1all1|.

Lord! Did me good all the same. |1Off colour after Kiernan's Dignam's.1| For this relief much thanks. In Hamlet that is. Lord! It was all things combined. Excitement. |1When she leaned back felt an ache at the butt of my tongue. |aYour head it simply swurls.a|1| Only way out of it. Instead of talking about nothing. |1Might have made a worse fool of myself1| Then I will tell you all. |1Still it was a kind of language between us.1| It couldn't be? No, Gerty they called her. |1Might be false name, however, like mine. |aTold me her maiden Maidena| name was Jemima Brown & she lived with her mother in Irishtown. |aThe place made me think of that, I suppose.a|1| All tarred with the same brush. |1Wiping pens in their stockings. |aBut the ball rolled down to her as if it understood. |bEvery bullet has its billet.b| Course I never could throw |bstraight at schoolb|. Crooked as a ram's horn.a|1| |1Still it was a kind of language between us.1| Sad in a way because lasts a few years till they settle down to potwalloping |1and Fu fuller's earth for the baby |awhen he does ah aha|. |aNo soft job. Oughtn't to give that baby an empty teat to suck. Fill it up with wind.a| Saves them in one way, children's hands always round them. |aCocoanut |bmonkeyb| skulls, |bnot even closed at first.b| sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds.a|1| Mrs Beaufoy, Purefoy |1Must call to the hospital, wonder is nurse Callan there still.1| and Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that too. Worst of all the night, Mrs blank told me in the City Arms. Husband rolling in drunk, stink
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off him like a polecat
. Have that in your face all night, whiff of stale boose. Bad policy however to fault the husband. They stick by |1each one1| another. Maybe women's fault also. That's where Molly |1has the pull can knock spots off them1|. It's the blood of the South. Moorish. Also the form, the figure. Hands felt for the opulent curves. Just compare, for instance, those others. Wife locked up at home Skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my. Then they trot out |1the wife some kind of |aa nondescripta| wouldn't know what to call her1|. Always see a fellow's weak point in his wife. Still, there's destiny in it: falling in love. They have their own secrets between them. Chaps that would go to the bad if some woman didn't take them in hand. Then little chits of girls |1height of a shilling in coppers1| with little husbands. As God made them he matched them. |1Sometimes children turn out well enough. Twice nought makes one.1| On other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket. |1Long & the short of it.1| That's very strange about my watch. Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person because half past four was about the time he. Yes, I suppose, at once. Half past I remember looking in Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. |1Magnetism at the back of everything attracting something. The earth, for instance, pulling this and being pulled. That causes movement. And time, that's the time the movement takes. Then if one thing stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it's all arranged that way down to the smallest: no mistakes. |aMagnetic needle tell you what's going on in the sun or the stars.a| Little piece of steel iron. Tip. When you hold out the fork of the magnet. Come. Come. Tip. Also woman and man. Fork and steel. |aMolly, he.a| And1| Dress up and look and suggest and let you see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see that, legs, look, look. and. Tip. Have to let fly. Wonder how she's feeling in that region. |1Shame all put on before third person. Molly her underjaw stuck out, head back, about the man in the riding boots. with the spurs. And when the painters were in Lombard street west. Smell that I did|a. Flowers, flowers. It was too. Violets.a| Came from the turpentine probably in the paint. Make their own of everything. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the floor so he wouldn't hear.1| |1But1| Lots of them can't |1come kick the beam1|, I think. Keep that kind of thing up for hours. |1Feel Kind of1| a general |1kind of1| all |1round1| over me and half down my back.

Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That's her perfume. Why she took out her handkerchief to wave it. I leave you this to think of me |1when I'm far on the pillow1|. What is it? Heliotrope? No. |1New Mown Hay? Hyacinth?1| Hm. Roses, I think. She'd like scent of that kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her. With a little jessamine mixed.
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Her high notes and her low notes. |1Wonder do they use it to hide their own. Wonder do they use it to cover up their own.1| |1At the dance night she met him. |aDance of the hours.a| Heat brought it out. Then she was wearing |ahera| black dress and it had the perfume of the last time. Good conductor, is it? Or bad conductor? Of light too. Suppose there's some connection. For instance if you go into a cellar where's the it's dark. Mysterious thing too. How did I smell it only now? Took its time coming|a, like herself, slow but surea|. Suppose it's ever so many millions of little grains blown across. Yes, it is. Because those spice islands, for example |athose Cinghalese this morninga|, smell them leagues off. |aLike those Cinghalese this morning.a| Tell you what it is it's like a fine fine veil they have all over the skin, fine like what do you call it gossamer & they're always spinning it out |afine as anythinga| like rainbow colours without knowing it. Clings to everything she takes off. S The Vamp of her stockings. Hot Warm shoe. Stays. Drawers. Little kick to take taking off. By by |afor the present till next timea|. Then why do they use any other. To balance. Cover up their own.1| |1Where is it Wonder what is it1| really? There or the armpits or under the neck. |1Because you get it out of all C holes and corners. |aHyacinth perfume made out of oil of ether or something.a| Muskrats. Under their tail somewhere they carry it. Dogs |asmelling ata| each other behind. Have we met before? Good evening, |ahow |bGoodb| evening. Howa| do you smell? Hm. Hm. Very well, thank you. Animals go by that.1| |1Hair too in winter.1| Also the cat likes to sniff |1in1| her shift. on the bed. Know her smell |1anywhere in a 10001|. |1Her bathwater Bathwater1|, for example. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. |1Yes now, look at it that way. We're the same. Some women, instance, warn you off when they have that. Come near them get a |asmell hogoa| you could hang your hat on like what? Potted herrings or. gone stale or. Boof. Please keep off the grass.1|
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|1Perhaps they get a man smell off us. What |athougha|? Cigary gloves long John had on his desk that day. Breath? That's what you eat and drink gives that. No. Mansmell, I mean. Must be connected with that because priests that are supposed to are different. |aWomen run after that, flies round |bhoney treacleb|. O, father, will you? Let me be the first to.a| That diffuses itself all through the body |apermeatesa|. |aSource of life.a| And it's |aextremelya| curious the smell. Let me see.1|

|1Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his waistcoat. |aAlmonds? Almondy?a| Or lemony? Ah no, that's the soap.1|
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O, by the by, that lotion. |1I knew there was something on my mind.1| I never went back and the soap not paid. Two and nine. Bad opinion of me he'll have. |1Call tomorrow. How much do I owe you? Three and nine? Two and nine, sir. Ah.1| |1unread1| Stop him giving credit. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do. Fellow run up a bill on tick and then slinking round the back streets into another place.

Here's this man
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|1went down passed1| before. |1Blown in from the bay.1| Just went as far as turn back. Always at home at dinnertime. Looks mangled out: |1after had1| a good tuck in. Enjoying nature now. |1Grace after meals.1| After supper walk a mile. |1|aWalk after him now make him awkward like those newsboys today.a| Sure he has a small bank account somewhere. |aGovernment job.a| That's the way to find out. Ask yourself who is he now. The Man on the Beach. |aPrizea| Story. |aAnd that fellow today Mackin at the grave in the mackintosh.a| Payment at the rate of one guinea per column.1| Corns on his kismet however. |1Healthy perhaps absorb all the.1| |1Whistle brings rain.1| Must be rain in the offing somewhere. The |1bodies feel body feels the atmosphere1|. Old Betty's joints are on the rack. And distant hills seem coming nigh.

Howth. Bailey light. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight|1, nine1|. See. People afraid of the dark. Also glowworms. Cyclists: lighting up time. Jewels too, diamonds, flash better. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt you. |1Better now of course than long ago. |aCountry roads.a| Run you through the guts for nothing. Still, two types there are. you |aknock bob upa| against. Excuse me. Scowl or smile. Not at all.1| Best time to spray flowers too, in the shade |1after the sun1|. |1|aWere those nightclouds there all the time?a| Land of the setting sun this is. My native land goodnight.1| Dew falls. |1Bad for her to sit on stone. Brings on white fluxions. Might get piles myself. |aSticks too like a summer cold, sore on the mouth. friction. |bLike to be that rock she |cwas satc| on. Also the library today: those girl graduates: happy chairs.b|a| But it's the evening influence.1| They feel all that. They open like flowers too. |1Know their |ahour hoursa|. |aJerusalem artichokes.a|1| in ballrooms, avenues under the lamps. |1nightstock in Mat Dillon's Garden1| June I wooed her Sad about her of course but must be on your guard not to feel too much pity because then. All quiet on Howth now. |1|aThe distant Distanta| hills seem.1| The rhododendrons where we lay. I am a fool, perhaps. All that old hill has seen. |1Names change. That's all.1| Lovers. |1Yum yum.1| Tired I feel now. |1Took Drained1| all the manhood out of me, little wretch. She kissed me. My youth. Never again. Only once you get it it comes. Take the train there tomorrow. No. |1Returns unsatisfactory. Returning not the same.1| Like kids |1at a your1| second visit to a house. The new I want. Is there any? Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. Are you not happy in your |1home, naughty home? Naughty1| darling. At Dolphin's barn, charades in |1blank Flanagan's1| house. Mat |1Dillon's Dillon and his1| daughters were there. |1Tiny, Atty, Floey, Sara.1| Molly. Eightyseven that was. Year before we. And the old major, partial to |1a his1| drop of spirits. Curious she an only child and I an only child. Rip v Now it returns. Dolphin's Barn. And just when she
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and he. Strange. Like walking in a |1circle ring|a, a Circus horsea|1|. Rip van Winkle we played. Rip: tear in Daly's |1coat waistcoat1|. Van: a breadvan. Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. |1She leaned on the sideboard watching. Moorish eyes.1| Twenty years asleep. |1Forgotten.1| All changed. The young are old. His gun rusty from the dew.

|1Ba.1| What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. |1Takes me for Thinks I'm1| a tree. |1So blind.1| Metempsychosis. They believed you could be changed into one. from grief. Weeping willow. Ba. There he goes. Queer little creature. Wonder where he lives. Belfry up there likely. Hanging by the heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him out, I suppose. Mass seems to be over. |1Lights Black1| out. Yes, there's the light in the priest's house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake in the valuation when I was in Thom's. M Thirtysix it was. Ba. Again. |1Wonder why they come out only at night |aand like micea|. |aBirds are like hopping mice.a| The light or the noise. Better sit still: not frighten him. |aAll instinct. Like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of a |bbottle endb| by throwing in pebbles.a|1| Like a little man in a cloak he is |1with tiny hands1|. Are they birds or what? Tiny bones. Almost see them glimmering a kind of blue white|1. is it?1| |1Colours depend on the light, you see. For instance that cat this morning on staircase colour of brown turf.1| Who knows what they're always flying for, insects, birds? That bee one morning got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Birds too. Never find out. Or what they say. Suppose it's like our small talk. Nerve they have to fly over the ocean and back. Lot of them must be killed in storms at sea. Dreadful life sailors have too. Big brutes of steamers floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. |1Get out of the bloody way. Faugh a ballagh out of that.1| Others in ships, |1bit of a |asail like a handkerchief handkerchief saila|,1| pitching pitched about like snuff at a wake |1when stormy winds do blow1|. Married too. Sometimes away for years |1at the ends of the earth somewhere. No ends really because it's round1|. Wife in every port, they say. She has a good
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job if she minds it. till Johnny comes marching home again. If ever he does.
Tail end of |1cities ports1|. |1Hanging on to a plank.1| How can they like the sea? And they do. |1The anchor's weighed and off with him Off he sails with a scapular or a medal |aon hima| for luck. Well. And the Tefilim poor papa had. on the door to touch |athat brought |bthee usb| out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondagea|. Something in all those superstitions because when you go out never know what dangers. Hanging on to a plank|a., lifebelt round him, gulping salt water and that's the last of him. his nibs till the sharks come. Wo Do fish get seasick?a|1| Then next morning you have a beautiful sunrise beautiful calm without a cloud |1on the1| beautiful smooth sea. |1Moon looking down, placid, and the. The1| whole ship, crew and cargo in smithereens. |1Moon looking down, placid.1| Not my fault, old |1chap cockalorum1|.

A |1lonely1| last |1long1| candle |1climbed |aascended wandereda|1| the |1air (?) grey sky |afrom Mirus bazaar in aid of Mercer's hospitala|1| and broke |1drooping1| and shed a cluster of violet and one white stars. They floated, fell |1and: they1| faded. And among the elms |1the a hoisted1| lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace. |1|aPast Dignam's house a childish By the |bpale screens ofb| lighted windows and by equal gardens a shrilla| voice went crying plaintively, Evening Telegraph, extra edition. Result of the Gold Cup races and from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and called1| Twittering the bat flew here and there. T Far out the coming surf crept |1grey1| over the sand |1grey1|. |1|aOlda|1| Howth settled for slumber, tired of |1the day long days1|, of rhododendrons, |1old (he was old)1|, tired of yum yum |1and feeling, and felt gladly1| the night breeze lift his |1many1| ferns. |1Slumberous he He1| lay but opened his red eye, unsleeping, |1deeply breathing breathing deep & slowly1|, slumberous |1and but1| awake. And far out on the Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled|1, winking at Bloom1|.

Bloom watched

Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the same spot. |1Irish Lights board.1| Penance for their sins. Day we went out in the Erin's King, throwing them |1the bundle the sack1| of old papers |1in a sack1|. Bears in the zoo. Filthy trip. Drunkards out for to shake up their livers. Puking overboard to feed |1fresh the1| herrings. And the women, fear of God in their faces. Milly, no sign of funk. Her blue scarf flo all loose,
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laughing. Don't know what death is at that age. And then their stomach is clean. |1But being lost they fear: when we hid from her behind the tree |aat Crumlina|. I didn't want to. Mamma! Mamma! Frightening them with masks too. Poor kids!1| Pretty she was. Only troubles: wildfire and nettlerash. Calomel purge I got her for that. After getting better, asleep with Molly. |1Very same teeth she has. |aWhat do they love? Another themselves? But the morning she chased her with the umbrella. Perhaps so as not to hurt.a|1| I felt her pulse. Ticking. Little hand it was |1and:1| now big. All that the hand says when you touch. |1Loved to count my waistcoat buttons.1| Her first stays I remember too. Made me laugh to see. |1Little paps they have to begin with. Left one is more sensitive I think. Mine too. Near the heart? Her growing pains at night calling.1| Frightened she was when that came on her first. Strange moment for the mother too. Brings back her girlhood. |1Very same teeth she has.1| Gibraltar, looking from Buena Vista. O'Hara's Tower. |1The seabirds screaming.1| Old Barbary ape that |1ate gobbled1| his family. |1At gunfire there, she told me, when the men |aGunfire at sundown Sundown, the gunfirea| for the men to1| cross the lines. Looking |1across out over1| the sea, she told me, evening like this, but clear |1no clouds1|. I w always thought I'd marry a lord |1or a rich gentleman1| |1that had with1| a private yatch. Buenas noches, señorita. El hombre |1cide ama1| la hormo muchacha hormosa. Why me? |1|aDid well to get the mota|1| Because you looked so foreign from the others.

Better not |1sit stick1| here |1all night like an oyster1|. |1This weather makes you dull.1| Must be getting on for nine by the light. Go home? No, might be still up. Call to the hospital to see. |1Hope she's over it.1| Long day I've had. Martha, the bath, funeral, |1Keyes's ad house of Keyes1|, in the museum with those goddesses. Dedalus' song. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. I got my own back there. Drunken ranters. Ought to go home and laugh at themselves. |1|aAlways must be swilling in company. Afraid to be alone like a child of two.a| Suppose he hit me. Always look at the other side. Then not so bad. Perhaps not to hurt he meant.1| Dignam's put the boots on it. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Anyhow she wants the money. Must call to the Scottish widows as I said. Strange name. Takes it for granted we're going to pop off first. That widow yesterday
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that looked at me. |1Buried the poor husband but making progressing favourably.1| Well, what do you expect her to? |1Must wheedle her way.1| Widowers Widower I hate to see. Looks so forlorn. Poor man O'Connor all his fam wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. |1The sewage. Hopeless. Some good motherly woman take him in tow, platter face and a large apron.1| Saw See him sometimes walking about trying to find out who played the trick. U.p: up. Fate, that is. He and not me. Also a shop. Often noticed it: curse seems to dog it. I was born for this too. I dreamed last night. Wait. Something confused. She had red slippers on. Turkish. She wore the breeches. Well, if she does? Would I like her in pyjamas? Damned hard to answer. Nannetti's gone. Mailboat. In Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad. Those petticoats. What's that? Might be money.

Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the sand. He brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read. Better go. I'm tired to move. Page of an old copybook. Never know what you find. Bottle with story of a treasure in it, thrown in the sea. Parcels post. Children always want to throw things in the sea. Bread cast on the waters. What's this? Bit of stick. Exhausted that little devil has me. Will she come here again tomorrow? And I?

Mr Bloom gently vexed the sand near his foot. with his stick. Write a message here for her. Might remain. |1What.1| |1I am. |aI. AM. I.a|1| Some flatfoot walk on it in the morning. Besides, they don't know. What is the meaning of that other wo. I called you naughty because I do not like. AM. A. No room for it. O, let it go.

Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot |1and flung the stick |aHopeless thing sand. |bNothing grows in it.b| No fear of big vessels coming up here. |bGuinness's barges. Round the Kish in 80 days.b| Done half by design.a| He flung his pen1| away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now, if you were trying to do that for a week you couldn't do it. Chance?. We'll never
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meet again. But it was lovely. Made me feel so young. Short snooze now if I had. And he can do the |1rest other1|. Belfast too. Just close my eyes a moment. Won't sleep though. Bat again. No harm in him. Just |1five minutes a few1|. |1O sweety little white all I saw made me do and they too half past bed señorita met him pike frillies for Raoul de Kock perfume your wife breadvan winkle rusty the dew changed rusty |aO sweety I saw your little white all dirty made me do they half past the bed señorita met him pike frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife me breadvan Winkle changed rusty

O sweety I saw your little white all |b|cupc| I sawb| dirty girl made me do love sticky we two naughty |bthey she himb| half past |bunreadb| the bed |bseñoritab| met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife |b|cplumpc|b| heave under embon |bhairy black black hairb| señorita |byoung eyes youth |cplumpc|b| |bmeb| breadvan Winkle changed all rusty |bwander Sleep wander dreamsb| returna|1| Agendath next year in, next in, next.

A bat flew. Here. There. Here. |1Hitting himself here. There. Here.1| Far |1away1| in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom, with open mouth, his |1left1| boot sanded sideways leaned and breathed. Just |1for five for a few1|.

The clock

Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.

The clock on the mantelpiece in Cano the priest's house cooed unread where Canon O'Hanlon and father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes, S.J. were taking tea and soda bread and butter and fried mutton chops |1with catsupº1| and talking about

Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.

because it was a bird |1that came out came out of the clock1| to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed |1that day the time she was there1| because she was |1very quick as quick as anything |aabout a thing like thata|1| and she saw at once that that gentleman |1that was sitting1| on the rock |1looking1| was

Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.

The following fragments are unlocatable:

on fol. V.A.10.39: lips?
on fol. 56a.04: microscope / women all of a piece
on fol. 56a.14: wood cut / Gibraltar
on fol. 56a.15: Bathing children, corpses
on fol. 56b.18: June I wooed her

A computation (of proportions) appears on fol. V.A.10.04