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Chapter 1
Northorsouth,however,itwasjustthewellknowncaseofhotpassion,pureandsimple,upsettingtheapplecartwithavengeanceandjustboreouttheverythinghewassayingasshealsowasSpanishorhalfso,typesthatwouldn’tdothingsbyhalves,passionateabandonofthesouth,castingeveryshredofdecencytothewinds.
—JustbearsoutwhatIwassaying,he,withglowingbosomsaidtoStephen,aboutbloodandthesun.And,ifIdon’tgreatlymistakeshewasSpanishtoo.
—ThekingofSpain’sdaughter,Stephenanswered,addingsomethingorotherrathermuddledaboutfarewellandadieutoyouSpanishonionsandthefirstlandcalledtheDeadmanandfromRamheadtoScillywassoandsomany.
—Wasshe?Bloomejaculated,surprisedthoughnotastonishedbyanymeans,Ineverheardthatrumourbefore.Possible,especiallythere,itwasasshelivedthere.So,Spain.
CarefullyavoidingabookinhispocketSweetsof,whichremindedhimbythebyofthatCapelstreetlibrarybookoutofdate,hetookouthispocketbookand,turningoverthevariouscontentsitcontainedrapidlyfinallyhe.
