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Chapter 12
MRSBREEN:Shedid,ofcourse,thecat!Don’ttellme!Niceadviser!
BLOOM:Becauseitdidn’tsuityouonequarteraswellastheotherduckylittletammytoquewiththebirdofparadisewinginitthatIadmiredonyouandyouhonestlylookedjusttoofetchinginitthoughitwasapitytokillit,youcruelnaughtycreature,littlemiteofathingwithaheartthesizeofafullstop.
MRSBREEN:(Squeezeshisarm,simpers.)NaughtycruelIwas!
BLOOM:(Low,secretly,evermorerapidly.)AndMollywaseatingasandwichofspicedbeefoutofMrsJoeGallaher’slunchbasket.Frankly,thoughshehadheradvisersoradmirers,Inevercaredmuchforherstyle.Shewas...
MRSBREEN:Too...
BLOOM:Yes.AndMollywaslaughingbecauseRogersandMaggotO’ReillyweremimickingacockaswepassedafarmhouseandMarcusTertiusMoses,theteamerchant,drovepastusinagigwithhisdaughter,DancerMoseswashername,andthepoodleinherlapbridledupandyouaskedmeifIeverheardorreadorkneworcameacross...
MRSBREEN:(Eagerly.)Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes.
(Shefadesfromhisside.Followedbythewhiningdoghewalksontowardshellsgates.Inanarchwayastandingwoman,bentforward,herfeetapart,pissescowily.Outsideashutteredpubabunchofloitererslistentoatalewhichtheirbrokensnoutedgafferraspsoutwithraucoushumour.Anarmlesspairofthemflopwrestling,growling,inmaimedsoddenplayfight.)
THEGAFFER:(Crouches,hisvoicetwistedinhissnout.
