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           CornyKellehergaveonewreathtotheboyandonetothebrother-in-law.Allfollowedthemoutofthesidedoorsintothemildgreyair.MrBloomcamelastfoldinghispaperagainintohispocket.Hegazedgravelyatthegroundtillthecoffincartwheeledofftotheleft.Themetalwheelsgroundthegravelwithasharpgratingcryandthepackofbluntbootsfollowedthetrundledbarrowalongalaneofsepulchres.

           Thereetherathereetheratheroo.Lord,Imustn’tlilthere.

           —TheO’Connellcircle,MrDedalussaidabouthim.

           MrPower’ssofteyeswentuptotheapexoftheloftycone.

           —He’satrest,hesaid,inthemiddleofhispeople,oldDanO’.ButhisheartisburiedinRome.Howmanybrokenheartsareburiedhere,Simon!

           —Hergraveisoverthere,Jack,MrDedalussaid.I’llsoonbestretchedbesideher.LetHimtakemewheneverHelikes.

           Breakingdown,hebegantoweeptohimselfquietly,stumblingalittleinhiswalk.MrPowertookhisarm.

           —She’sbetterwheresheis,hesaidkindly.

           —Isupposeso,MrDedalussaidwithaweakgasp.Isupposesheisinheavenifthereisaheaven.

           CornyKellehersteppedasidefromhisrankandallowedthemournerstoplodby.

           —Sadoccasions,MrKernanbeganpolitely.

           MrBloomclosedhiseyesandsadlytwicebowedhishead.

           —Theothersareputtingontheirhats,MrKernansaid.Isupposewecandosotoo.Wearethelast.Thiscemeteryisatreacherousplace.

           Theycoveredtheirheads.

           —Thereverendgentlemanreadtheservicetooquickly,don’tyouthink?MrKernansaidwithreproof.

           MrBloomnoddedgravelylookinginthequickbloodshoteyes.