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           Didyoureadthatreportbyamanwhat’sthishisnameis?

           —Casement,saysthecitizen.He’sanIrishman.

           —Yes,that’stheman,saysJ.J.Rapingthewomenandgirlsandfloggingthenativesonthebellytosqueezealltheredrubbertheycanoutofthem.

           —Iknowwherehe’sgone,saysLenehan,crackinghisfingers.

           —Who?saysI.

           —Bloom,sayshe.Thecourthouseisablind.HehadafewbobonThrowawayandhe’sgonetogatherintheshekels.

           —Isitthatwhiteeyedkaffir?saysthecitizen,thatneverbackedahorseinangerinhislife?

           —That’swherehe’sgone,saysLenehan.ImetBantamLyonsgoingtobackthathorseonlyIputhimoffitandhetoldmeBloomgavehimthetip.Betyouwhatyoulikehehasahundredshillingstofiveon.He’stheonlymaninDublinhasit.Adarkhorse.

           —He’sabloodydarkhorsehimself,saysJoe.

           —Mind,Joe,saysI.Showustheentranceout.

           —Thereyouare,saysTerry.

           GoodbyeIrelandI’mgoingtoGort.