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           Butthefunnypartis.....

           —AndReubenJ,MartinCunninghamsaid,gavetheboatmanaflorinforsavinghisson’slife.

           AstifledsighcamefromunderMrPower’shand.

           —O,hedid,MartinCunninghamaffirmed.Likeahero.Asilverflorin.

           —Isn’titawfullygood?MrBloomsaideagerly.

           —Oneandeightpencetoomuch,MrDedalussaiddrily.

           MrPower’schokedlaughburstquietlyinthecarriage.

           Nelson’spillar.

           —Eightplumsapenny!Eightforapenny!

           —Wehadbetterlookalittleserious,MartinCunninghamsaid.

           MrDedalussighed.

           —Ahthenindeed,hesaid,poorlittlePaddywouldn’tgrudgeusalaugh.Manyagoodonehetoldhimself.

           —TheLordforgiveme!MrPowersaid,wipinghisweteyeswithhisfingers.PoorPaddy!IlittlethoughtaweekagowhenIsawhimlastandhewasinhisusualhealththatI’dbedrivingafterhimlikethis.He’sgonefromus.

           —Asdecentalittlemanaseverworeahat,MrDedalussaid.Hewentverysuddenly.

           —Breakdown,MartinCunninghamsaid.Heart.

           Hetappedhischestsadly.

           Blazingface:redhot.ToomuchJohnBarleycorn.Cureforarednose.Drinklikethedeviltillitturnsadelite.Alotofmoneyhespentcolouringit.

           MrPowergazedatthepassinghouseswithruefulapprehension.

           —Hehadasuddendeath,poorfellow,hesaid.

           —Thebestdeath,MrBloomsaid.

           Theirwideopeneyeslookedathim.

           —Nosuffering,hesaid.Amomentandallisover.Likedyinginsleep.

           No-onespoke.

           Deadsideofthestreetthis.