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Chapter 1
DiscussingtheseandkindredtopicstheymadeabeelineacrossthebackoftheCustomhouseandpassedundertheLoopLinebridgewhereabrazierofcokeburninginfrontofasentryboxorsomethinglikeoneattractedtheirratherlaggingfootsteps.Stephenofhisownaccordstoppedfornospecialreasontolookattheheapofbarrencobblestonesandbythelightemanatingfromthebrazierhecouldjustmakeoutthedarkerfigureofthecorporationwatchmaninsidethegloomofthesentrybox.Hebegantorememberthatthishadhappenedorhadbeenmentionedashavinghappenedbeforebutitcosthimnosmalleffortbeforeherememberedthatherecognisedinthesentryaquondamfriendofhisfather’s,Gumley.Toavoidameetinghedrewnearertothepillarsoftherailwaybridge.
—Someonesalutedyou,MrBloomsaid.
Afigureofmiddleheightontheprowlevidentlyunderthearchessalutedagain,calling:
—Night!
Stephenofcoursestartedratherdizzilyandstoppedtoreturnthecompliment.MrBloomactuatedbymotivesofinherentdelicacyinasmuchashealwaysbelievedinmindinghisownbusinessmovedoffbutneverthelessremainedonthequivivewithjustashadeofanxietythoughnotfunkyishintheleast.
