Улисс
Chapter 7
OutsidetheDublinDistillersCompany’sstoresanoutsidecarwithoutfareorjarveystood,thereinsknottedtothewheel.Damndangerousthing.SomeTipperarybosthoonendangeringthelivesofthecitizens.Runawayhorse.
DenisBreenwithhistomes,wearyofhavingwaitedanhourinJohnHenryMenton’soffice,ledhiswifeoverO’Connellbridge,boundfortheofficeofMessrsCollisandWard.
MrKernanapproachedIslandstreet.
Timesofthetroubles.MustaskNedLamberttolendmethosereminiscencesofsirJonahBarrington.Whenyoulookbackonitallnowinakindofretrospectivearrangement.GamingatDaly’s.Nocardsharpingthen.Oneofthosefellowsgothishandnailedtothetablebyadagger.SomewhereherelordEdwardFitzgeraldescapedfrommajorSirr.StablesbehindMoirahouse.
Damngoodginthatwas.
Finedashingyoungnobleman.Goodstock,ofcourse.Thatruffian,thatshamsquire,withhisvioletglovesgavehimaway.Coursetheywereonthewrongside.Theyroseindarkandevildays.Finepoemthatis:Ingram.Theyweregentlemen.BenDollarddoessingthatballadtouchingly.Masterlyrendition.
AtthesiegeofRossdidmyfatherfall.
AcavalcadeineasytrotalongPembrokequaypassed,outridersleaping,leapingintheir,intheirsaddles.Frockcoats.Creamsunshades.
MrKernanhurriedforward,blowingpursily.
HisExcellency!Toobad!Justmissedthatbyahair.Damnit!Whatapity!
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