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           Stylishkindofcoatwiththatrollcollar,warmforadaylikethis,lookslikeblanketcloth.Carelessstandofherwithherhandsinthosepatchpockets.Likethathaughtycreatureatthepolomatch.Womenallforcastetillyoutouchthespot.Handsomeisandhandsomedoes.Reservedabouttoyield.ThehonourableMrsandBrutusisanhonourableman.Possessheroncetakethestarchoutofher.

           —IwaswithBobDoran,he’sononeofhisperiodicalbends,andwhatdoyoucallhimBantamLyons.JustdownthereinConway’swewere.

           DoranLyonsinConway’s.Sheraisedaglovedhandtoherhair.IncameHoppy.Havingawet.Drawingbackhisheadandgazingfarfrombeneathhisvailedeyelidshesawthebrightfawnskinshineintheglare,thebraideddrums.ClearlyIcanseetoday.Moistureaboutgiveslongsightperhaps.Talkingofonethingoranother.Lady’shand.Whichsidewillshegetup?

           —Andhesaid:SadthingaboutourpoorfriendPaddy!WhatPaddy?Isaid.PoorlittlePaddyDignam,hesaid.

           Offtothecountry:Broadstoneprobably.Highbrownbootswithlacesdangling.Wellturnedfoot.Whatishefoosteringoverthatchangefor?Seesmelooking.Eyeoutforotherfellowalways.Goodfallback.Twostringstoherbow.

           —Why?Isaid.What’swrongwithhim?Isaid.

           Proud:rich:silkstockings.

           —Yes,MrBloomsaid.

           HemovedalittletothesideofM’Coy’stalkinghead.Gettingupinaminute.

           —What’swrongwithhim?Hesaid.He’sdead,hesaid.And,faith,hefilledup.IsitPaddyDignam?Isaid.Icouldn’tbelieveitwhenIheardit.