Улісс
Chapter 7
Thelacqueyranghisbell.
—Barang!
Boodysatdownatthetableandsaidhungrily:
—Giveusithere.
Maggypouredyellowthicksoupfromthekettleintoabowl.Katey,sittingoppositeBoody,saidquietly,asherfingertipliftedtohermouthrandomcrumbs:
—Agoodjobwehavethatmuch.Where’sDilly?
—Gonetomeetfather,Maggysaid.
Boody,breakingbigchunksofbreadintotheyellowsoup,added:
—Ourfatherwhoartnotinheaven.
Maggy,pouringyellowsoupinKatey’sbowl,exclaimed:
—Boody!Forshame!
Askiff,acrumpledthrowaway,Elijahiscoming,rodelightlydowntheLiffey,underLooplinebridge,shootingtherapidswherewaterchafedaroundthebridgepiers,sailingeastwardpasthullsandanchorchains,betweentheCustomhouseolddockandGeorge’squay.
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TheblondgirlinThornton’sbeddedthewickerbasketwithrustlingfibre.BlazesBoylanhandedherthebottleswathedinpinktissuepaperandasmalljar.
—Puttheseinfirst,willyou?hesaid.
—Yes,sir,theblondgirlsaid.Andthefruitontop.
—That’lldo,gameball,BlazesBoylansaid.
Shebestowedfatpearsneatly,headbytail,andamongthemripeshamefacedpeaches.
BlazesBoylanwalkedhereandthereinnewtanshoesaboutthefruitsmellingshop,liftingfruits,youngjuicycrinkledandplumpredtomatoes,sniffingsmells.
H.E.L.Y.’Sfiledbeforehim,tallwhitehatted,pastTangierlane,ploddingtowardstheirgoal.
Heturnedsuddenlyfromachipofstrawberries,drewagoldwatchfromhisfobandhelditatitschain’slength.