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           ThatwillbeagreatracetomorrowinGermany.TheGordonBennett.

           —Yes,byJove,MrDedalussaid.Thatwillbeworthseeing,faith.

           AstheyturnedintoBerkeleystreetastreetorganneartheBasinsentoverandafterthemarollickingrattlingsongofthehalls.HasanybodyhereseenKelly?Kayeedoubleellwy.DeadMarchfromSaul.He’sasbadasoldAntonio.Heleftmeonmyownio.Pirouette!TheMaterMisericordiae.Ecclesstreet.Myhousedownthere.Bigplace.Wardforincurablesthere.Veryencouraging.OurLady’sHospiceforthedying.Deadhousehandyunderneath.WhereoldMrsRiordandied.Theylookterriblethewomen.Herfeedingcupandrubbinghermouthwiththespoon.Thenthescreenroundherbedforhertodie.Niceyoungstudentthatwasdressedthatbitethebeegaveme.He’sgoneovertothelying-inhospitaltheytoldme.Fromoneextremetotheother.

           Thecarriagegallopedroundacorner:stopped.

           —What’swrongnow?

           Adivideddroveofbrandedcattlepassedthewindows,lowing,slouchingbyonpaddedhoofs,whiskingtheirtailsslowlyontheirclottedbonycroups.Outsidethemandthroughthemranraddledsheepbleatingtheirfear.

           —Emigrants,MrPowersaid.

           —Huuuh!thedrover’svoicecried,hisswitchsoundingontheirflanks.Huuuh!outofthat!

           Thursday,ofcourse.Tomorrowiskillingday.Springers.Cuffesoldthemabouttwentysevenquideach.ForLiverpoolprobably.RoastbeefforoldEngland.Theybuyupallthejuicyones.Andthenthefifthquarterlost:allthatrawstuff,hide,hair,horns.Comestoabigthinginayear.Deadmeattrade.