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Chapter 1
InthenatureofsingleblessednesshewouldonedaytakeuntohimselfawifewhenMissRightcameonthescenebutintheinterimladies’societywasaconditiosinequanonthoughhehadthegravestpossibledoubts,notthathewantedinthesmallesttopumpStephenaboutMissFerguson(whowasverypossiblytheparticularlodestarwhobroughthimdowntoIrishtownsoearlyinthemorning),astowhetherhewouldfindmuchsatisfactionbaskingintheboyandgirlcourtshipideaandthecompanyofsmirkingmisseswithoutapennytotheirnamesbiortriweeklywiththeorthodoxpreliminarycanterofcomplimentplayingandwalkingoutleadinguptofondlovers’waysandflowersandchocs.Tothinkofhimhouseandhomeless,rookedbysomelandladyworsethananystepmother,wasreallytoobadathisage.Thequeersuddenlythingshepoppedoutwithattractedtheeldermanwhowasseveralyearstheother’sseniororlikehisfatherbutsomethingsubstantialhecertainlyoughttoeatevenwereitonlyaneggflipmadeonunadulteratedmaternalnutrimentor,failingthat,thehomelyHumptyDumptyboiled.
—Atwhato’clockdidyoudine?hequestionedoftheslimformandtiredthoughunwrinkledface.
—Sometimeyesterday,Stephensaid.
—Yesterday!exclaimedBloomtillheremembereditwasalreadytomorrowFriday.Ah,youmeanit’saftertwelve!
—Thedaybeforeyesterday,Stephensaid,improvingonhimself.
LiterallyastoundedatthispieceofintelligenceBloomreflected.
