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           Wasitgoodbye?No.Shehadtogobuttheywouldmeetagain,there,andshewoulddreamofthattillthen,tomorrow,ofherdreamofyestereve.Shedrewherselfuptoherfullheight.Theirsoulsmetinalastlingeringglanceandtheeyesthatreachedherheart,fullofastrangeshining,hungenrapturedonhersweetflowerlikeface.Shehalfsmiledathimwanly,asweetforgivingsmile,asmilethatvergedontears,andthentheyparted.

           Slowly,withoutlookingbackshewentdowntheunevenstrandtoCissy,toEdytoJackyandTommyCaffrey,tolittlebabyBoardman.Itwasdarkernowandtherewerestonesandbitsofwoodonthestrandandslippyseaweed.Shewalkedwithacertainquietdignitycharacteristicofherbutwithcareandveryslowlybecause—becauseGertyMacDowellwas...

           Tightboots?No.She’slame!O!

           MrBloomwatchedherasshelimpedaway.Poorgirl!That’swhyshe’sleftontheshelfandtheothersdidasprint.Thoughtsomethingwaswrongbythecutofherjib.Jiltedbeauty.Adefectistentimesworseinawoman.Butmakesthempolite.GladIdidn’tknowitwhenshewasonshow.Hotlittledevilallthesame.Iwouldn’tmind.Curiositylikeanunoranegressoragirlwithglasses.Thatsquintyoneisdelicate.Nearhermonthlies,Iexpect,makesthemfeelticklish.Ihavesuchabadheadachetoday.WheredidIputtheletter?Yes,allright.Allkindsofcrazylongings.Lickingpennies.GirlinTranquillaconventthatnuntoldmelikedtosmellrockoil.VirginsgomadintheendIsuppose.Sister?HowmanywomeninDublinhaveittoday?Martha,she.Somethingintheair.