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Chapter 2
Stylishkindofcoatwiththatrollcollar,warmforadaylikethis,lookslikeblanketcloth.Carelessstandofherwithherhandsinthosepatchpockets.Likethathaughtycreatureatthepolomatch.Womenallforcastetillyoutouchthespot.Handsomeisandhandsomedoes.Reservedabouttoyield.ThehonourableMrsandBrutusisanhonourableman.Possessheroncetakethestarchoutofher.
—IwaswithBobDoran,he’sononeofhisperiodicalbends,andwhatdoyoucallhimBantamLyons.JustdownthereinConway’swewere.
DoranLyonsinConway’s.Sheraisedaglovedhandtoherhair.IncameHoppy.Havingawet.Drawingbackhisheadandgazingfarfrombeneathhisvailedeyelidshesawthebrightfawnskinshineintheglare,thebraideddrums.ClearlyIcanseetoday.Moistureaboutgiveslongsightperhaps.Talkingofonethingoranother.Lady’shand.Whichsidewillshegetup?
—Andhesaid:SadthingaboutourpoorfriendPaddy!WhatPaddy?Isaid.PoorlittlePaddyDignam,hesaid.
Offtothecountry:Broadstoneprobably.Highbrownbootswithlacesdangling.Wellturnedfoot.Whatishefoosteringoverthatchangefor?Seesmelooking.Eyeoutforotherfellowalways.Goodfallback.Twostringstoherbow.
—Why?Isaid.What’swrongwithhim?Isaid.
Proud:rich:silkstockings.
—Yes,MrBloomsaid.
HemovedalittletothesideofM’Coy’stalkinghead.Gettingupinaminute.
—What’swrongwithhim?Hesaid.He’sdead,hesaid.And,faith,hefilledup.IsitPaddyDignam?Isaid.Icouldn’tbelieveitwhenIheardit.