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Chapter 1
AndinpointoffacttheyoungmannamedAntonio’slividfacedidactuallylooklikeforcedsmilingandthecuriouseffectexcitedtheunreservedadmirationofeverybodyincludingSkin-the-Goat,whothistimestretchedover.
—Ay,ay,sighedthesailor,lookingdownonhismanlychest.He’sgonetoo.Atebysharksafter.Ay,ay.
Heletgooftheskinsothattheprofileresumedthenormalexpressionofbefore.
—Neatbitofwork,onelongshoremansaid.
—Andwhat’sthenumberfor?loafernumbertwoqueried.
—Eatenalive?athirdaskedthesailor.
—Ay,ay,sighedagainthelatterpersonage,morecheerilythistimewithsomesortofahalfsmileforabriefdurationonlyinthedirectionofthequestioneraboutthenumber.Ate.AGreekhewas.
Andthenheaddedwithrathergallowsbirdhumourconsideringhisallegedend:
—AsbadasoldAntonio,
Forheleftmeonmyownio.
Thefaceofastreetwalkerglazedandhaggardunderablackstrawhatpeeredaskewroundthedooroftheshelterpalpablyreconnoitringonherownwiththeobjectofbringingmoregristtohermill.MrBloom,scarcelyknowingwhichwaytolook,turnedawayonthemomentflusterfiedbutoutwardlycalm,and,pickingupfromthetablethepinksheetoftheAbbeystreetorganwhichthejarvey,ifsuchhewas,hadlaidaside,hepickeditupandlookedatthepinkofthepaperthoughwhypink.