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Chapter 9
Fitterforhimgohometothelittlesleepwalkingbitchhemarried,Mooney,thebumbailiff’sdaughter,motherkeptakipinHardwickestreet,thatusedtobestravagingaboutthelandingsBantamLyonstoldmethatwasstoppingthereattwointhemorningwithoutastitchonher,exposingherperson,opentoallcomers,fairfieldandnofavour.
—Thenoblest,thetruest,sayshe.Andhe’sgone,poorlittleWilly,poorlittlePaddyDignam.
Andmournfulandwithaheavyhearthebewepttheextinctionofthatbeamofheaven.
OldGarryowenstartedgrowlingagainatBloomthatwasskeezingroundthedoor.
—Comein,comeon,hewon’teatyou,saysthecitizen.
SoBloomslopesinwithhiscod’seyeonthedogandheasksTerrywasMartinCunninghamthere.
—O,ChristM’Keown,saysJoe,readingoneoftheletters.Listentothis,willyou?
Andhestartsreadingoutone.
7HunterStreet,
Liverpool.
TotheHighSheriffofDublin,
Dublin.
HonouredsiribegtooffermyservicesintheabovementionedpainfulcaseihangedJoeGanninBootlejailonthe12ofFebuary1900andihanged...
—Showus,Joe,saysI.
—...privateArthurChaceforfowlmurderofJessieTilsitinPentonvilleprisonandiwasassistantwhen...
—Jesus,saysI.
—...BillingtonexecutedtheawfulmurdererToadSmith...
Thecitizenmadeagrabattheletter.
—Holdhard,saysJoe,ihaveaspecialnackofputtingthenooseonceinhecan’tgetouthopingtobefavourediremain,honouredsir,mytermsisfiveginnees.
H.Rumbold,
MasterBarber.
—Andabarbarousbloodybarbarianheistoo,saysthecitizen.