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Chapter 1
—Why,thesailorreplied,relaxingtoacertainextentunderthemagicinfluenceofdiamondcutdiamond,itmightbeamatteroftenyears.HetouredthewideworldwithHengler’sRoyalCircus.IseenhimdothatinStockholm.
—Curiouscoincidence,MrBloomconfidedtoStephenunobtrusively.
—Murphy’smyname,thesailorcontinued.D.B.MurphyofCarrigaloe.Knowwherethatis?
—Queenstownharbour,Stephenreplied.
—That’sright,thesailorsaid.FortCamdenandFortCarlisle.That’swhereIhailsfrom.Ibelongsthere.That’swhereIhailsfrom.Mylittlewoman’sdownthere.She’swaitingforme,Iknow.ForEngland,homeandbeauty.She’smyowntruewifeIhaven’tseenforsevenyearsnow,sailingabout.
MrBloomcouldeasilypicturehisadventonthisscene,thehomecomingtothemariner’sroadsideshielingafterhavingdiddledDavyJones,arainynightwithablindmoon.Acrosstheworldforawife.QuiteanumberofstoriestherewereonthatparticularAliceBenBolttopic,EnochArdenandRipvanWinkleanddoesanybodyhereaboutsrememberCaocO’Leary,afavouriteandmosttryingdeclamationpiecebythewayofpoorJohnCaseyandabitofperfectpoetryinitsownsmallway.Neverabouttherunawaywifecomingback,howevermuchdevotedtotheabsentee.Thefaceatthewindow!Judgeofhisastonishmentwhenhefinallydidbreastthetapeandtheawfultruthdawneduponhimanenthisbetterhalf,wreckedinhisaffections.YoulittleexpectedmebutI’vecometostayandmakeafreshstart.Thereshesits,agrasswidow,attheselfsamefireside.
