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Chapter 7
—Whatareyoudoing?Stephensaid.
AStuartfaceofnonesuchCharles,lanklocksfallingatitssides.Itglowedasshecrouchedfeedingthefirewithbrokenboots.ItoldherofParis.Latelieabedunderaquiltofoldovercoats,fingeringapinchbeckbracelet,DanKelly’stoken.Nebrakadafemininum.
—Whathaveyouthere?Stephenasked.
—Iboughtitfromtheothercartforapenny,Dillysaid,laughingnervously.Isitanygood?
Myeyestheysayshehas.Doothersseemeso?Quick,faranddaring.Shadowofmymind.
Hetookthecoverlessbookfromherhand.Chardenal’sFrenchprimer.
—Whatdidyoubuythatfor?heasked.TolearnFrench?
Shenodded,reddeningandclosingtightherlips.
Shownosurprise.Quitenatural.
—Here,Stephensaid.It’sallright.MindMaggydoesn’tpawnitonyou.Isupposeallmybooksaregone.
—Some,Dillysaid.Wehadto.
Sheisdrowning.Agenbite.Saveher.Agenbite.Allagainstus.Shewilldrownmewithher,eyesandhair.Lankcoilsofseaweedhairaroundme,myheart,mysoul.Saltgreendeath.
We.
Agenbiteofinwit.Inwit’sagenbite.
Misery!Misery!
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—Hello,Simon,FatherCowleysaid.Howarethings?
—Hello,Bob,oldman,MrDedalusanswered,stopping.
TheyclaspedhandsloudlyoutsideReddyandDaughter’s.FatherCowleybrushedhismoustacheoftendownwardwithascoopinghand.
—What’sthebestnews?MrDedalussaid.
—Whythennotmuch,FatherCowleysaid.I’mbarricadedup,Simon,withtwomenprowlingaroundthehousetryingtoeffectanentrance.
—Jolly,MrDedalussaid.Whoisit?
—O,FatherCowleysaid.