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Chapter 7
—God’scurseonyou,hesaidsourly,whoeveryouare!You’reblindernorIam,youbitch’sbastard!
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OppositeRuggyO’Donohoe’sMasterPatrickAloysiusDignam,pawingthepoundandahalfofMangan’s,lateFehrenbach’s,porksteakshehadbeensentfor,wentalongwarmWicklowstreetdawdling.ItwastoobloomingdullsittingintheparlourwithMrsStoerandMrsQuigleyandMrsMacDowellandtheblinddownandtheyallattheirsnifflesandsippingsupsofthesuperiortawnysherryuncleBarneybroughtfromTunney’s.Andtheyeatingcrumbsofthecottagefruitcake,jawingthewholebloomingtimeandsighing.
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