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           Zinfandel’sthefavourite,LordHowarddeWalden’s,wonatEpsom.MornyCannonisridinghim.IcouldhavegotseventooneagainstSaintAmantafortnightbefore.

           —Thatso?DavyByrnesaid...

           Hewenttowardsthewindowand,takingupthepettycashbook,scanneditspages.

           —Icould,faith,NoseyFlynnsaid,snuffling.Thatwasararebitofhorseflesh.SaintFrusquinwashersire.Shewoninathunderstorm,Rothschild’sfilly,withwaddinginherears.Bluejacketandyellowcap.BadlucktobigBenDollardandhisJohnO’Gaunt.Heputmeoffit.Ay.

           Hedrankresignedlyfromhistumbler,runninghisfingersdowntheflutes.

           —Ay,hesaid,sighing.

           MrBloom,champing,standing,lookeduponhissigh.Noseynumbskull.WillItellhimthathorseLenehan?Heknowsalready.Betterlethimforget.Goandlosemore.Foolandhismoney.Dewdropcomingdownagain.Coldnosehe’dhavekissingawoman.Stilltheymightlike.Pricklybeardstheylike.Dogs’coldnoses.OldMrsRiordanwiththerumblingstomach’sSkyeterrierintheCityArmshotel.Mollyfondlinghiminherlap.O,thebigdoggybowwowsywowsy!

           Winesoakedandsoftenedrolledpithofbreadmustardamomentmawkishcheese.Nicewineitis.TasteitbetterbecauseI’mnotthirsty.Bathofcoursedoesthat.Justabiteortwo.Thenaboutsixo’clockIcan.Six.Six.Timewillbegonethen.She...

           Mildfireofwinekindledhisveins.Iwantedthatbadly.Feltsooffcolour.Hiseyesunhungrilysawshelvesoftins:sardines,gaudylobsters’claws.Alltheoddthingspeoplepickupforfood.