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           Assurancesweregiventhatthematterwouldbeattendedtoanditwasintimatedthatthishadgivensatisfaction.

           Heisgonefrommortalhaunts:O’Dignam,sunofourmorning.Fleetwashisfootonthebracken:Patrickofthebeamybrow.Wail,Banba,withyourwind:andwail,Oocean,withyourwhirlwind.

           —Thereheisagain,saysthecitizen,staringout.

           —Who?saysI.

           —Bloom,sayshe.He’sonpointdutyupanddownthereforthelasttenminutes.

           And,begob,Isawhisphysogdoapeepinandthenslidderoffagain.

           LittleAlfwasknockedbawways.Faith,hewas.

           —GoodChrist!sayshe.Icouldhaveswornitwashim.

           AndsaysBobDoran,withthehatonthebackofhispoll,lowestblackguardinDublinwhenhe’sundertheinfluence:

           —WhosaidChristisgood?

           —Ibegyourparsnips,saysAlf.

           —IsthatagoodChrist,saysBobDoran,totakeawaypoorlittleWillyDignam?

           —Ah,well,saysAlf,tryingtopassitoff.He’soverallhistroubles.

           ButBobDoranshoutsoutofhim.

           —He’sabloodyruffian,Isay,totakeawaypoorlittleWillyDignam.

           Terrycamedownandtippedhimthewinktokeepquiet,thattheydidn’twantthatkindoftalkinarespectablelicensedpremises.AndBobDoranstartsdoingtheweepsaboutPaddyDignam,trueasyou’rethere.

           —Thefinestman,sayshe,snivelling,thefinestpurestcharacter.

           Thetearisbloodynearyoureye.Talkingthroughhisbloodyhat.