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Chapter 7
Twobarefooturchins,suckinglongliquoricelaces,haltednearhim,gapingathisstumpwiththeiryellowslobberedmouths.
Heswunghimselfforwardinvigorousjerks,halted,liftedhisheadtowardsawindowandbayeddeeply:
—homeandbeauty.
Thegaysweetchirpingwhistlingwithinwentonabarortwo,ceased.Theblindofthewindowwasdrawnaside.AcardUnfurnishedApartmentsslippedfromthesashandfell.Aplumpbaregenerousarmshone,wasseen,heldforthfromawhitepetticoatbodiceandtautshiftstraps.Awoman’shandflungforthacoinoverthearearailings.Itfellonthepath.
Oneoftheurchinsrantoit,pickeditupanddroppeditintotheminstrel’scap,saying:
—There,sir.
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KateyandBoodyDedalusshovedinthedooroftheclosesteamingkitchen.
—Didyouputinthebooks?Boodyasked.
Maggyattherangerammeddownagreyishmassbeneathbubblingsudstwicewithherpotstickandwipedherbrow.
—Theywouldn’tgiveanythingonthem,shesaid.
FatherConmeewalkedthroughClongowesfields,histhinsockedanklestickledbystubble.
—Wheredidyoutry?Boodyasked.
—M’Guinness’s.
Boodystampedherfootandthrewhersatchelonthetable.
—Badcesstoherbigface!shecried.
Kateywenttotherangeandpeeredwithsquintingeyes.
—What’sinthepot?sheasked.
—Shirts,Maggysaid.
Boodycriedangrily:
—Crickey,istherenothingforustoeat?
Katey,liftingthekettlelidinapadofherstainedskirt,asked:
—Andwhat’sinthis?
Aheavyfumegushedinanswer.
—Peasoup,Maggysaid.
—Wheredidyougetit?Kateyasked.
—SisterMaryPatrick,Maggysaid.