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Chapter 8
IthinkI’lltroubleyouforsomefreshwaterandahalfglassofwhisky.
Jingle.
—Withthegreatestalacrity,missDouceagreed.
WithgraceofalacritytowardsthemirrorgiltCantrellandCochrane’ssheturnedherself.Withgraceshetappedameasureofgoldwhiskyfromhercrystalkeg.ForthfromtheskirtofhiscoatMrDedalusbroughtpouchandpipe.Alacritysheserved.Heblewthroughthefluetwohuskyfifenotes.
—ByJove,hemused,IoftenwantedtoseetheMournemountains.Mustbeagreattonicintheairdownthere.Butalongthreateningcomesatlast,theysay.Yes.Yes.
Yes.Hefingeredshredsofhair,hermaidenhair,hermermaid’s,intothebowl.Chips.Shreds.Musing.Mute.
Nonenoughtsaidnothing.Yes.
GailymissDoucepolishedatumbler,trilling:
—O,Idolores,queenoftheeasternseas!
—WasMrLidwellintoday?
IncameLenehan.RoundhimpeeredLenehan.MrBloomreachedEssexbridge.Yes,MrBloomcrossedbridgeofYessex.ToMarthaImustwrite.Buypaper.Daly’s.Girltherecivil.Bloom.OldBloom.Bluebloomisontherye.
—Hewasinatlunchtime,missDoucesaid.
Lenehancameforward.
—WasMrBoylanlookingforme?
Heasked.Sheanswered:
—MissKennedy,wasMrBoylaninwhileIwasupstairs?
Sheasked.MissvoiceofKennedyanswered,asecondteacuppoised,hergazeuponapage:
—No.Hewasnot.
MissgazeofKennedy,heard,notseen,readon.Lenehanroundthesandwichbellwoundhisroundbodyround.
—Peep!Who’sinthecorner?
NoglanceofKennedyrewardinghimheyetmadeovertures.Tomindherstops.Toreadonlytheblackones:roundoandcrookedess.