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Chapter 8
Anddeepmovedall,Simontrumpingcompassionfromfoghornnose,alllaughingtheybroughthimforth,BenDollard,inrightgoodcheer.
—You’relookingrubicund,GeorgeLidwellsaid.
MissDoucecomposedherrosetowait.
—Benmachree,saidMrDedalus,clappingBen’sfatbackshoulderblade.Fitasafiddleonlyhehasalotofadiposetissueconcealedabouthisperson.
Rrrrrrrsss.
—Fatofdeath,Simon,BenDollardgrowled.
Richieriftinthelutealonesat:Goulding,Collis,Ward.Uncertainlyhewaited.UnpaidPattoo.
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MissMinaKennedybroughtnearherlipstoearoftankardone.
—MrDollard,theymurmuredlow.
—Dollard,murmuredtankard.
Tankonebelieved:missKennwhenshe:thatdollhewas:shedoll:thetank.
Hemurmuredthatheknewthename.Thenamewasfamiliartohim,thatistosay.Thatwastosayhehadheardthenameof.Dollard,wasit?Dollard,yes.
Yes,herlipssaidmoreloudly,MrDollard.Hesangthatsonglovely,murmuredMina.MrDollard.AndThelastroseofsummerwasalovelysong.Minalovedthatsong.TankardlovedthesongthatMina.
’Tisthelastroseofsummerdollardleftbloomfeltwindwoundroundinside.
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Far.Far.Far.Far.
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