Ulysses by James Joyce

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[16772]    The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious
[16773]    embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all
[16774]    too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proud
[16775]    promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on
[16776]    the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on the
[16777]    quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the
[16778]    voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the
[16779]    stormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.
[16781]    The three girl friends were seated on the rocks, enjoying the evening
[16782]    scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly. Many a time and oft
[16783]    were they wont to come there to that favourite nook to have a cosy chat
[16784]    beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey and
[16785]    Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and Jacky
[16786]    Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to
[16787]    match and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy and
[16788]    Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled
[16789]    twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry
[16790]    faces and endearing ways about them. They were dabbling in the sand with
[16791]    their spades and buckets, building castles as children do, or playing with
[16792]    their big coloured ball, happy as the day was long. And Edy Boardman was
[16793]    rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while that young
[16794]    gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. He was but eleven months and nine
[16795]    days old and, though still a tiny toddler, was just beginning to lisp his
[16796]    first babyish words. Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat
[16797]    little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.
[16799]    --Now, baby, Cissy Caffrey said. Say out big, big. I want a drink of
[16800]    water.
[16802]    And baby prattled after her:
[16804]    --A jink a jink a jawbo.
[16806]    Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children,
[16807]    so patient with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to
[16808]    take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and
[16809]    promised him the scatty heel of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup
[16810]    on. What a persuasive power that girl had! But to be sure baby Boardman
[16811]    was as good as gold, a perfect little dote in his new fancy bib. None of
[16812]    your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Cissy Caffrey.
[16813]    A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, always with a laugh in
[16814]    her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe red lips, a
[16815]    girl lovable in the extreme. And Edy Boardman laughed too at the quaint
[16816]    language of little brother.
[16818]    But just then there was a slight altercation between Master Tommy
[16819]    and Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception
[16820]    to this golden rule. The apple of discord was a certain castle of sand
[16821]    which Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy would have it right go wrong
[16822]    that it was to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the
[16823]    Martello tower had. But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was
[16824]    selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house
[16825]    is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the
[16826]    wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle
[16827]    too. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the
[16828]    attention of the girl friends.
[16830]    --Come here, Tommy, his sister called imperatively. At once! And you,
[16831]    Jacky, for shame to throw poor Tommy in the dirty sand. Wait till I catch
[16832]    you for that.
[16834]    His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy came at her call for
[16835]    their big sister's word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he was
[16836]    too after his misadventure. His little man-o'-war top and unmentionables
[16837]    were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the art of smoothing
[16838]    over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was
[16839]    to be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue eyes were glistening
[16840]    with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and
[16841]    shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was near
[16842]    him she wouldn't be far from him, her eyes dancing in admonition.
[16844]    --Nasty bold Jacky! she cried.
[16846]    She put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:
[16848]    --What's your name? Butter and cream?
[16850]    --Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your
[16851]    sweetheart?
[16853]    --Nao, tearful Tommy said.
[16855]    --Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.
[16857]    --Nao, Tommy said.
[16859]    --I know, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from
[16860]    her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. Gerty is
[16861]    Tommy's sweetheart.
[16863]    --Nao, Tommy said on the verge of tears.
[16865]    Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered
[16866]    to Edy Boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the
[16867]    gentleman couldn't see and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.
[16869]    But who was Gerty?
[16871]    Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companions, lost in
[16872]    thought, gazing far away into the distance was, in very truth, as fair a
[16873]    specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see. She was
[16874]    pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as folks often said, she
[16875]    was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Her figure was slight and graceful,
[16876]    inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been taking of
[16877]    late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow Welch's
[16878]    female pills and she was much better of those discharges she used to get
[16879]    and that tired feeling. The waxen pallor of her face was almost spiritual
[16880]    in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine Cupid's
[16881]    bow, Greekly perfect. Her hands were of finely veined alabaster
[16882]    with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments
[16883]    could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves
[16884]    in bed or take a milk footbath either. Bertha Supple told that once
[16885]    to Edy Boardman, a deliberate lie, when she was black out at daggers
[16886]    drawn with Gerty (the girl chums had of course their little tiffs
[16887]    from time to time like the rest of mortals) and she told her not to
[16888]    let on whatever she did that it was her that told her or she'd never
[16889]    speak to her again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was an
[16890]    innate refinement, a languid queenly HAUTEUR about Gerty which
[16891]    was unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and higharched instep.
[16892]    Had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in
[16893]    her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education
[16894]    Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the
[16895]    land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and
[16896]    patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs
[16897]    to her. Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that lent to
[16898]    her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, tense with suppressed meaning,
[16899]    that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes, a charm
[16900]    few could resist. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Gerty's were of
[16901]    the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive
[16902]    brows. Time was when those brows were not so silkily seductive. It was
[16903]    Madame Vera Verity, directress of the Woman Beautiful page of the Princess
[16904]    Novelette, who had first advised her to try eyebrowleine which gave that
[16905]    haunting expression to the eyes, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and
[16906]    she had never regretted it. Then there was blushing scientifically cured
[16907]    and how to be tall increase your height and you have a beautiful face but
[16908]    your nose? That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had a button one. But
[16909]    Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. It was dark brown
[16910]    with a natural wave in it. She had cut it that very morning on account
[16911]    of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of
[16912]    luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth. And just
[16913]    now at Edy's words as a telltale flush, delicate as the faintest
[16914]    rosebloom, crept into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her sweet girlish
[16915]    shyness that of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not hold
[16916]    her equal.
[16918]    For an instant she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. She was
[16919]    about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue. Inclination
[16920]    prompted her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent. The pretty lips
[16921]    pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into a joyous little
[16922]    laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May morning. She knew
[16923]    right well, no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that because of him
[16924]    cooling in his attentions when it was simply a lovers' quarrel. As per
[16925]    usual somebody's nose was out of joint about the boy that had the bicycle
[16926]    off the London bridge road always riding up and down in front of her
[16927]    window. Only now his father kept him in in the evenings studying
[16928]    hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was on and he was
[16929]    going to go to Trinity college to study for a doctor when he left
[16930]    the high school like his brother W. E. Wylie who was racing in the
[16931]    bicycle races in Trinity college university. Little recked he perhaps
[16932]    for what she felt, that dull aching void in her heart sometimes,
[16933]    piercing to the core. Yet he was young and perchance he might
[16934]    learn to love her in time. They were protestants in his family
[16935]    and of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed
[16936]    Virgin and then Saint Joseph. But he was undeniably handsome with an
[16937]    exquisite nose and he was what he looked, every inch a gentleman, the
[16938]    shape of his head too at the back without his cap on that she would know
[16939]    anywhere something off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at
[16940]    the lamp with his hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those
[16941]    good cigarettes and besides they were both of a size too he and she and
[16942]    that was why Edy Boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because
[16943]    he didn't go and ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden.
[16945]    Gerty was dressed simply but with the instinctive taste of a votary of
[16946]    Dame Fashion for she felt that there was just a might that he might be
[16947]    out. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes (because it
[16948]    was expected in the LADY'S PICTORIAL that electric blue would be worn)
[16949]    with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket
[16950]    (in which she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her
[16951]    favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit) and a
[16952]    navy threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful
[16953]    figure to perfection. She wore a coquettish little love of a hat of
[16954]    wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue
[16955]    chenille and at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. All Tuesday
[16956]    week afternoon she was hunting to match that chenille but at last
[16957]    she found what she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the very it, slightly
[16958]    shopsoiled but you would never notice, seven fingers two and a penny. She
[16959]    did it up all by herself and what joy was hers when she tried it on then,
[16960]    smiling at the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her!
[16961]    And when she put it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew that that
[16962]    would take the shine out of some people she knew. Her shoes were the
[16963]    newest thing in footwear (Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very
[16964]    PETITE but she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, a five, and never
[16965]    would ash, oak or elm) with patent toecaps and just one smart buckle over
[16966]    her higharched instep. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect
[16967]    proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of
[16968]    her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide
[16969]    garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows
[16970]    the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen (though Gerty would
[16971]    never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to blame her? She had
[16972]    four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and
[16973]    nighties extra, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons,
[16974]    rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and she aired them herself
[16975]    and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed them
[16976]    and she had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she wouldn't trust
[16977]    those washerwomen as far as she'd see them scorching the things.
[16978]    She was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her own
[16979]    colour and lucky too for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere
[16980]    on her because the green she wore that day week brought grief because
[16981]    his father brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition
[16982]    and because she thought perhaps he might be out because when she was
[16983]    dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out
[16984]    and that was for luck and lovers' meeting if you put those things on
[16985]    inside out or if they got untied that he was thinking about you so long
[16986]    as it wasn't of a Friday.
[16988]    And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is
[16989]    there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give worlds
[16990]    to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where, giving way to
[16991]    tears, she could have a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not
[16992]    too much because she knew how to cry nicely before the mirror. You are
[16993]    lovely, Gerty, it said. The paly light of evening falls upon a face
[16994]    infinitely sad and wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Yes, she had
[16995]    known from the very first that her daydream of a marriage has been
[16996]    arranged and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie T. C. D.
[16997]    (because the one who married the elder brother would be Mrs Wylie) and in
[16998]    the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a sumptuous
[16999]    confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not to be. He was
[17000]    too young to understand. He would not believe in love, a woman's
[17001]    birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer's (he was still in
[17002]    short trousers) when they were alone and he stole an arm round her waist
[17003]    she went white to the very lips. He called her little one in a strangely
[17004]    husky voice and snatched a half kiss (the first!) but it was only the end
[17005]    of her nose and then he hastened from the room with a remark about
[17006]    refreshments. Impetuous fellow! Strength of character had never been Reggy
[17007]    Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell must be
[17008]    a man among men. But waiting, always waiting to be asked and it was leap
[17009]    year too and would soon be over. No prince charming is her beau ideal to
[17010]    lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a
[17011]    strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly
[17012]    flecked with grey, and who would understand, take her in his sheltering
[17013]    arms, strain her to him in all the strength of his deep passionate nature
[17014]    and comfort her with a long long kiss. It would be like heaven. For such
[17015]    a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. With all the heart of her she
[17016]    longs to be his only, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in sickness
[17017]    in health, till death us two part, from this to this day forward.
[17019]    And while Edy Boardman was with little Tommy behind the pushcar she was
[17020]    just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his
[17021]    little wife to be. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in
[17022]    the face, Bertha Supple too, and Edy, little spitfire, because she would
[17023]    be twentytwo in November. She would care for him with creature comforts
[17024]    too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that
[17025]    feeling of hominess. Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and
[17026]    queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from
[17027]    all because she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the
[17028]    fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same direction, then cream
[17029]    the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she didn't like
[17030]    the eating part when there were any people that made her shy and often she
[17031]    wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and
[17032]    they would have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and
[17033]    engravings and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog
[17034]    Garryowen that almost talked it was so human and chintz covers for the
[17035]    chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they
[17036]    have in rich houses. He would be tall with broad shoulders (she had always
[17037]    admired tall men for a husband) with glistening white teeth under his
[17038]    carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they would go on the continent
[17039]    for their honeymoon (three wonderful weeks!) and then, when they settled
[17040]    down in a nice snug and cosy little homely house, every morning they
[17041]    would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for their own two
[17042]    selves and before he went out to business he would give his dear little
[17043]    wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for a moment deep down into her eyes.
[17045]    Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes so
[17046]    then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run
[17047]    off and play with Jacky and to be good now and not to fight. But Tommy
[17048]    said he wanted the ball and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the
[17049]    ball and if he took it there'd be wigs on the green but Tommy said it was
[17050]    his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground, if you
[17051]    please. The temper of him! O, he was a man already was little Tommy
[17052]    Caffrey since he was out of pinnies. Edy told him no, no and to be off now
[17053]    with him and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him.
[17055]    --You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It's my ball.
[17057]    But Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up, look up high at her
[17058]    finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and
[17059]    Tommy after it in full career, having won the day.
[17061]    --Anything for a quiet life, laughed Ciss.
[17063]    And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him forget and played here's
[17064]    the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread carriage
[17065]    and here he walks in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. But Edy
[17066]    got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that from
[17067]    everyone always petting him.
[17069]    --I'd like to give him something, she said, so I would, where I won't say.
[17071]    --On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily.
[17073]    Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy
[17074]    saying an unladylike thing like that out loud she'd be ashamed of her
[17075]    life to say, flushing a deep rosy red, and Edy Boardman said she was sure
[17076]    the gentleman opposite heard what she said. But not a pin cared Ciss.
[17078]    --Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of her
[17079]    nose. Give it to him too on the same place as quick as I'd look at him.
[17081]    Madcap Ciss with her golliwog curls. You had to laugh at her
[17082]    sometimes. For instance when she asked you would you have some more
[17083]    Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men's
[17084]    faces on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she
[17085]    wanted to go where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to
[17086]    the Miss White. That was just like Cissycums. O, and will you ever forget
[17087]    her the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned
[17088]    cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.
[17089]    There was none to come up to her for fun. But she was sincerity itself,
[17090]    one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of your
[17091]    twofaced things, too sweet to be wholesome.
[17093]    And then there came out upon the air the sound of voices and the
[17094]    pealing anthem of the organ. It was the men's temperance retreat conducted
[17095]    by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S. J., rosary, sermon and
[17096]    benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament. They were there gathered
[17097]    together without distinction of social class (and a most edifying
[17098]    spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves,
[17099]    after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of
[17100]    the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto,
[17101]    beseeching her to intercede for them, the old familiar words,
[17102]    holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins. How sad to poor Gerty's ears!
[17103]    Had her father only avoided the clutches of the demon drink, by
[17104]    taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's
[17105]    Weekly, she might now be rolling in her carriage, second to none. Over and
[17106]    over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a brown
[17107]    study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing
[17108]    out of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty
[17109]    bucket, thinking. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths
[17110]    and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Nay, she had even
[17111]    witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and
[17112]    had seen her own father, a prey to the fumes of intoxication, forget
[17113]    himself completely for if there was one thing of all things that Gerty
[17114]    knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of
[17115]    kindness, deserves to be branded as the lowest of the low.
[17117]    And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful,
[17118]    Virgin most merciful. And Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her
[17119]    companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman off
[17120]    Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like
[17121]    himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. You never saw him
[17122]    any way screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a
[17123]    father because he was too old or something or on account of his face (it
[17124]    was a palpable case of Doctor Fell) or his carbuncly nose with the pimples
[17125]    on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose. Poor father!
[17126]    With all his faults she loved him still when he sang TELL ME, MARY, HOW TO
[17127]    WOO THEE or MY LOVE AND COTTAGE NEAR ROCHELLE and they had stewed cockles
[17128]    and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he sang THE
[17129]    MOON HATH RAISED with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God
[17130]    have mercy on him, from a stroke. Her mother's birthday that was and
[17131]    Charley was home on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and
[17132]    Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they were to have had a group taken.
[17133]    No-one would have thought the end was so near. Now he was laid to rest.
[17134]    And her mother said to him to let that be a warning to him for the rest of
[17135]    his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and
[17136]    she had to go into town to bring him the letters and samples from his
[17137]    office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a
[17138]    palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright and cheery in the home.
[17140]    A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the house,
[17141]    a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in gold.
[17142]    And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was it
[17143]    rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like
[17144]    her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single thing
[17145]    they ever had words about, taking snuff. Everyone thought the world of her
[17146]    for her gentle ways. It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every
[17147]    night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she
[17148]    never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's
[17149]    christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in
[17150]    the costume they used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a
[17151]    bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice
[17152]    window. You could see there was a story behind it. The colours were done
[17153]    something lovely. She was in a soft clinging white in a studied attitude
[17154]    and the gentleman was in chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat.
[17155]    She often looked at them dreamily when she went there for a certain
[17156]    purpose and felt her own arms that were white and soft just like hers with
[17157]    the sleeves back and thought about those times because she had found out
[17158]    in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap
[17159]    about the halcyon days what they meant.
[17161]    The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion till at
[17162]    last Master Jacky who was really as bold as brass there was no getting
[17163]    behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he could down
[17164]    towards the seaweedy rocks. Needless to say poor Tommy was not slow to
[17165]    voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there
[17166]    by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted the ball. Our two
[17167]    champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to avoid trouble
[17168]    Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to her please. The
[17169]    gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw it up the strand
[17170]    towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and stopped right under
[17171]    Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the rock. The twins clamoured again
[17172]    for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and let them fight for it so
[17173]    Gerty drew back her foot but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come
[17174]    rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she missed and Edy and Cissy
[17175]    laughed.
[17177]    --If you fail try again, Edy Boardman said.
[17179]    Gerty smiled assent and bit her lip. A delicate pink crept into her
[17180]    pretty cheek but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted her
[17181]    skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a jolly
[17182]    good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down towards
[17183]    the shingle. Pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw attention
[17184]    on account of the gentleman opposite looking. She felt the warm flush, a
[17185]    danger signal always with Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her
[17186]    cheeks. Till then they had only exchanged glances of the most casual but
[17187]    now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a look at him and the face
[17188]    that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed
[17189]    to her the saddest she had ever seen.
[17191]    Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and
[17192]    with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of
[17193]    original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for
[17194]    us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose. And careworn
[17195]    hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many who had erred
[17196]    and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all that bright with
[17197]    hope for the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the great
[17198]    saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the most pious Virgin's
[17199]    intercessory power that it was not recorded in any age that those who
[17200]    implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.
[17202]    The twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of
[17203]    childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Cissy Caffrey played with
[17204]    baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Peep
[17205]    she cried behind the hood of the pushcar and Edy asked where was Cissy
[17206]    gone and then Cissy popped up her head and cried ah! and, my word,
[17207]    didn't the little chap enjoy that! And then she told him to say papa.
[17209]    --Say papa, baby. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.
[17211]    And baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for
[17212]    eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of health,
[17213]    a perfect little bunch of love, and he would certainly turn out to be
[17214]    something great, they said.
[17216]    --Haja ja ja haja.
[17218]    Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit
[17219]    up properly and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried out,
[17220]    holy saint Denis, that he was possing wet and to double the half blanket
[17221]    the other way under him. Of course his infant majesty was most
[17222]    obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it:
[17224]    --Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.
[17226]    And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. It was all no
[17227]    use soothering him with no, nono, baby, no and telling him about the
[17228]    geegee and where was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave him
[17229]    in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was
[17230]    quickly appeased.
[17232]    Gerty wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out of
[17233]    that and not get on her nerves, no hour to be out, and the little brats
[17234]    of twins. She gazed out towards the distant sea. It was like the paintings
[17235]    that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured chalks and such
[17236]    a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted out, the evening and the
[17237]    clouds coming out and the Bailey light on Howth and to hear the music like
[17238]    that and the perfume of those incense they burned in the church like a
[17239]    kind of waft. And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. Yes, it was her
[17240]    he was looking at, and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into
[17241]    her as though they would search her through and through, read her very
[17242]    soul. Wonderful eyes they were, superbly expressive, but could you trust
[17243]    them? People were so queer. She could see at once by his dark eyes and his
[17244]    pale intellectual face that he was a foreigner, the image of the photo she
[17245]    had of Martin Harvey, the matinee idol, only for the moustache which she
[17246]    preferred because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that
[17247]    wanted they two to always dress the same on account of a play but she
[17248]    could not see whether he had an aquiline nose or a slightly RETROUSSE from
[17249]    where he was sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the
[17250]    story of a haunting sorrow was written on his face. She would have given
[17251]    worlds to know what it was. He was looking up so intently, so still, and
[17252]    he saw her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles
[17253]    of her shoes if she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down.
[17254]    She was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings
[17255]    thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was far away. Here was that of
[17256]    which she had so often dreamed. It was he who mattered and there was joy
[17257]    on her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively that he
[17258]    was like no-one else. The very heart of the girlwoman went out to him, her
[17259]    dreamhusband, because she knew on the instant it was him. If he had
[17260]    suffered, more sinned against than sinning, or even, even, if he had been
[17261]    himself a sinner, a wicked man, she cared not. Even if he was a protestant
[17262]    or methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved her. There
[17263]    were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. She was a womanly woman
[17264]    not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had known, those cyclists
[17265]    showing off what they hadn't got and she just yearned to know all, to
[17266]    forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her, make him forget
[17267]    the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her gently, like a
[17268]    real man, crushing her soft body to him, and love her, his ownest girlie,
[17269]    for herself alone.
[17271]    Refuge of sinners. Comfortress of the afflicted. ORA PRO NOBIS. Well
[17272]    has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy can
[17273]    never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the
[17274]    afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart.
[17275]    Gerty could picture the whole scene in the church, the stained glass
[17276]    windows lighted up, the candles, the flowers and the blue banners of the
[17277]    blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon at
[17278]    the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast down. He looked
[17279]    almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark and
[17280]    his hands were just like white wax and if ever she became a Dominican nun
[17281]    in their white habit perhaps he might come to the convent for the novena
[17282]    of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when she told him about that in
[17283]    confession, crimsoning up to the roots of her hair for fear he could see,
[17284]    not to be troubled because that was only the voice of nature and we were
[17285]    all subject to nature's laws, he said, in this life and that that was no
[17286]    sin because that came from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said,
[17287]    and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to the archangel Gabriel be it done
[17288]    unto me according to Thy Word. He was so kind and holy and often and often
[17289]    she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered
[17290]    floral design for him as a present or a clock but they had a clock she
[17291]    noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a canarybird that came out
[17292]    of a little house to tell the time the day she went there about the
[17293]    flowers for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to know what
[17294]    sort of a present to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of
[17295]    Dublin or some place.
[17297]    The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky
[17298]    threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. Little
[17299]    monkeys common as ditchwater. Someone ought to take them and give them
[17300]    a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places, the both of
[17301]    them. And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to come back because they
[17302]    were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned.
[17304]    --Jacky! Tommy!
[17306]    Not they! What a great notion they had! So Cissy said it was the very
[17307]    last time she'd ever bring them out. She jumped up and called them and she
[17308]    ran down the slope past him, tossing her hair behind her which had a good
[17309]    enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the thingamerry
[17310]    she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to grow long because it
[17311]    wasn't natural so she could just go and throw her hat at it. She ran
[17312]    with long gandery strides it was a wonder she didn't rip up her skirt at
[17313]    the side that was too tight on her because there was a lot of the tomboy
[17314]    about Cissy Caffrey and she was a forward piece whenever she thought
[17315]    she had a good opportunity to show and just because she was a good runner
[17316]    she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her petticoat
[17317]    running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. It would have
[17318]    served her just right if she had tripped up over something accidentally
[17319]    on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her to make her look
[17320]    tall and got a fine tumble. TABLEAU! That would have been a very charming
[17321]    expose for a gentleman like that to witness.
[17323]    Queen of angels, queen of patriarchs, queen of prophets, of all saints,
[17324]    they prayed, queen of the most holy rosary and then Father Conroy handed
[17325]    the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed the
[17326]    Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was
[17327]    itching to give them a ringing good clip on the ear but she didn't because
[17328]    she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger mistake in
[17329]    all her life because Gerty could see without looking that he never
[17330]    took his eyes off of her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible
[17331]    back to Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the Blessed Sacrament
[17332]    and the choir began to sing the TANTUM ERGO and she just swung her foot
[17333]    in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the TANTUMER GOSA
[17334]    CRAMEN TUM. Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's
[17335]    of George's street on the Tuesday, no the Monday before Easter and there
[17336]    wasn't a brack on them and that was what he was looking at, transparent,
[17337]    and not at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form
[17338]    (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his head to see the difference
[17339]    for himself.
[17341]    Cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with
[17342]    her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look a streel
[17343]    tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only a
[17344]    fortnight before like a rag on her back and a bit of her petticoat hanging
[17345]    like a caricature. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to settle her
[17346]    hair and a prettier, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on
[17347]    a girl's shoulders--a radiant little vision, in sooth, almost maddening in
[17348]    its sweetness. You would have to travel many a long mile before you found
[17349]    a head of hair the like of that. She could almost see the swift answering
[17350]    flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve.
[17351]    She put on her hat so that she could see from underneath the brim and
[17352]    swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath caught as she caught the
[17353]    expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey. Her
[17354]    woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the
[17355]    thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely colour
[17356]    of her face became a glorious rose.
[17358]    Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at Gerty,
[17359]    half smiling, with her specs like an old maid, pretending to nurse the
[17360]    baby. Irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why
[17361]    no-one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of
[17362]    hers. And she said to Gerty:
[17364]    --A penny for your thoughts.
[17366]    --What? replied Gerty with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth.
[17367]    I was only wondering was it late.
[17369]    Because she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their
[17370]    babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a
[17371]    gentle hint about its being late. And when Cissy came up Edy asked her the
[17372]    time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half past kissing
[17373]    time, time to kiss again. But Edy wanted to know because they were told to
[17374]    be in early.
[17376]    --Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time
[17377]    by his conundrum.
[17379]    So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his
[17380]    hand out of his pocket, getting nervous, and beginning to play with his
[17381]    watchchain, looking up at the church. Passionate nature though he was
[17382]    Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself. One moment he
[17383]    had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze, and the
[17384]    next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed
[17385]    in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure.
[17387]    Cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the
[17388]    right time and Gerty could see him taking out his watch, listening to it
[17389]    and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his
[17390]    watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the sun
[17391]    was set. His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in
[17392]    measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones.
[17393]    Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said uncle said
[17394]    his waterworks were out of order.
[17396]    Then they sang the second verse of the TANTUM ERGO and Canon
[17397]    O'Hanlon got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and
[17398]    he told Father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire
[17399]    to the flowers and Father Conroy got up and settled it all right and she
[17400]    could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and
[17401]    she swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he
[17402]    could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch or
[17403]    whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands back
[17404]    into his pockets. She felt a kind of a sensation rushing all over her and
[17405]    she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against her stays
[17406]    that that thing must be coming on because the last time too was when she
[17407]    clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes fixed themselves
[17408]    on her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her
[17409]    shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate
[17410]    gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face. It is for you,
[17411]    Gertrude MacDowell, and you know it.
[17413]    Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty
[17414]    noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because
[17415]    it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up
[17416]    the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to
[17417]    make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his
[17418]    cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read
[17419]    off and he read out PANEM DE COELO PRAESTITISTI EIS and Edy and Cissy were
[17420]    talking about the time all the time and asking her but Gerty could pay
[17421]    them back in their own coin and she just answered with scathing politeness
[17422]    when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her
[17423]    over. Gerty winced sharply. A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that
[17424]    spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. It hurt--O yes, it cut deep because
[17425]    Edy had her own quiet way of saying things like that she knew would wound
[17426]    like the confounded little cat she was. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to
[17427]    frame the word but she fought back the sob that rose to her throat,
[17428]    so slim, so flawless, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist
[17429]    might have dreamed of. She had loved him better than he knew.
[17430]    Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never
[17431]    understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was
[17432]    in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were
[17433]    probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in
[17434]    sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see.
[17436]    --O, responded Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing, and the proud head
[17437]    flashed up. I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year.
[17439]    Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the cooing of the
[17440]    ringdove, but they cut the silence icily. There was that in her young
[17441]    voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly trifled with.
[17442]    As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just
[17443]    chuck him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she
[17444]    cast as much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard
[17445]    into a dozen pieces. And if ever after he dared to presume she
[17446]    could give him one look of measured scorn that would make him
[17447]    shrivel up on the spot. Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to
[17448]    no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as
[17449]    thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it, the
[17450]    little kinnatt, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy
[17451]    and they both knew that she was something aloof, apart, in another sphere,
[17452]    that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else
[17453]    too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe
[17454]    and smoke it.
[17456]    Edy straightened up baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy
[17457]    tucked in the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too
[17458]    because the sandman was on his way for Master Boardman junior. And
[17459]    Cissy told him too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to go
[17460]    deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of his gleeful
[17461]    eyes, and Cissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and
[17462]    baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all
[17463]    and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib.
[17465]    --O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.
[17467]    The slight CONTRETEMPS claimed her attention but in two twos she set
[17468]    that little matter to rights.
[17470]    Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and
[17471]    Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was
[17472]    flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it
[17473]    off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because
[17474]    just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore
[17475]    because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father
[17476]    Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the Blessed
[17477]    Sacrament in his hands.
[17479]    How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight, the last glimpse of
[17480]    Erin, the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same time a bat
[17481]    flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk, hither, thither, with a
[17482]    tiny lost cry. And she could see far away the lights of the lighthouses so
[17483]    picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of paints because it was
[17484]    easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter would be going his
[17485]    rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady
[17486]    Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her
[17487]    window where Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that
[17488]    book THE LAMPLIGHTER by Miss Cummins, author of MABEL VAUGHAN and
[17489]    other tales. For Gerty had her dreams that no-one knew of. She loved to
[17490]    read poetry and when she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that lovely
[17491]    confession album with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she
[17492]    laid it in the drawer of her toilettable which, though it did not err
[17493]    on the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean. It was there
[17494]    she kept her girlish treasure trove, the tortoiseshell combs, her
[17495]    child of Mary badge, the whiterose scent, the eyebrowleine, her
[17496]    alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came
[17497]    home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written
[17498]    in it in violet ink that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for
[17499]    she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express
[17500]    herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had
[17501]    copied out of the newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs. ART
[17502]    THOU REAL, MY IDEAL? it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and
[17503]    after there was something about TWILIGHT, WILT THOU EVER? and ofttimes
[17504]    the beauty of poetry, so sad in its transient loveliness, had misted
[17505]    her eyes with silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping
[17506]    by for her, one by one, and but for that one shortcoming she knew she
[17507]    need fear no competition and that was an accident coming down Dalkey
[17508]    hill and she always tried to conceal it. But it must end, she felt.
[17509]    If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding
[17510]    back for her. Love laughs at locksmiths. She would make the great
[17511]    sacrifice. Her every effort would be to share his thoughts. Dearer than
[17512]    the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness.
[17513]    There was the allimportant question and she was dying to know was he a
[17514]    married man or a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the
[17515]    nobleman with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put
[17516]    into a madhouse, cruel only to be kind. But even if--what then? Would it
[17517]    make a very great difference? From everything in the least indelicate her
[17518]    finebred nature instinctively recoiled. She loathed that sort of person,
[17519]    the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went
[17520]    with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl's honour,
[17521]    degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station. No, no: not
[17522]    that. They would be just good friends like a big brother and sister
[17523]    without all that other in spite of the conventions of Society with a big
[17524]    ess. Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days
[17525]    beyond recall. She thought she understood. She would try to understand
[17526]    him because men were so different. The old love was waiting, waiting
[17527]    with little white hands stretched out, with blue appealing eyes. Heart
[17528]    of mine! She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart
[17529]    that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world
[17530]    for her for love was the master guide. Nothing else mattered. Come what
[17531]    might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.
[17533]    Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle
[17534]    and genuflected and the choir sang LAUDATE DOMINUM OMNES GENTES and
[17535]    then he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and
[17536]    Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't
[17537]    she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out:
[17539]    --O, look, Cissy!
[17541]    And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over
[17542]    the trees beside the church, blue and then green and purple.
[17544]    --It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said.
[17546]    And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the
[17547]    church, helterskelter, Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and
[17548]    Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall running.
[17550]    --Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It's the bazaar fireworks.
[17552]    But Gerty was adamant. She had no intention of being at their beck and
[17553]    call. If they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could
[17554]    see from where she was. The eyes that were fastened upon her set
[17555]    her pulses tingling. She looked at him a moment, meeting his glance,
[17556]    and a light broke in upon her. Whitehot passion was in that face, passion
[17557]    silent as the grave, and it had made her his. At last they were left
[17558]    alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he
[17559]    could be trusted to the death, steadfast, a sterling man, a man of
[17560]    inflexible honour to his fingertips. His hands and face were working
[17561]    and a tremour went over her. She leaned back far to look up where
[17562]    the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not
[17563]    to fall back looking up and there was no-one to see only him and
[17564]    her when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that,
[17565]    supply soft and delicately rounded, and she seemed to hear the panting
[17566]    of his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she knew too about the passion
[17567]    of men like that, hotblooded, because Bertha Supple told her once in dead
[17568]    secret and made her swear she'd never about the gentleman lodger that was
[17569]    staying with them out of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures
[17570]    cut out of papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she said he
[17571]    used to do something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in
[17572]    the bed. But this was altogether different from a thing like that
[17573]    because there was all the difference because she could almost feel
[17574]    him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his
[17575]    handsome lips. Besides there was absolution so long as you didn't
[17576]    do the other thing before being married and there ought to be
[17577]    women priests that would understand without your telling out and
[17578]    Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of dreamy look
[17579]    in her eyes so that she too, my dear, and Winny Rippingham so mad
[17580]    about actors' photographs and besides it was on account of that other
[17581]    thing coming on the way it did.
[17583]    And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look, there was another and she leaned back
[17584]    and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and they
[17585]    all saw it and they all shouted to look, look, there it was and she leaned
[17586]    back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was flying
[17587]    through the air, a soft thing, to and fro, dark. And she saw a long Roman
[17588]    candle going up over the trees, up, up, and, in the tense hush,
[17589]    they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher
[17590]    and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it, high,
[17591]    high, almost out of sight, and her face was suffused with a divine,
[17592]    an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other
[17593]    things too, nainsook knickers, the fabric that caresses the skin,
[17594]    better than those other pettiwidth, the green, four and eleven,
[17595]    on account of being white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then
[17596]    it went so high it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in
[17597]    every limb from being bent so far back that he had a full view
[17598]    high up above her knee where no-one ever not even on the swing or wading
[17599]    and she wasn't ashamed and he wasn't either to look in that immodest way
[17600]    like that because he couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment
[17601]    half offered like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen
[17602]    looking and he kept on looking, looking. She would fain have cried to him
[17603]    chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to come, to feel his
[17604]    lips laid on her white brow, the cry of a young girl's love, a little
[17605]    strangled cry, wrung from her, that cry that has rung through the ages.
[17606]    And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the Roman
[17607]    candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O! in
[17608]    raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and
[17609]    they shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden,
[17610]    O so lovely, O, soft, sweet, soft!
[17612]    Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. Ah! She
[17613]    glanced at him as she bent forward quickly, a pathetic little glance of
[17614]    piteous protest, of shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl
[17615]    He was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)
[17616]    stands silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. What a
[17617]    brute he had been! At it again? A fair unsullied soul had called to him
[17618]    and, wretch that he was, how had he answered? An utter cad he had been!
[17619]    He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes,
[17620]    for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and
[17621]    wandered. Should a girl tell? No, a thousand times no. That was their
[17622]    secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to
[17623]    know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening
[17624]    to and fro and little bats don't tell.
[17626]    Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show
[17627]    what a great person she was: and then she cried:
[17629]    --Gerty! Gerty! We're going. Come on. We can see from farther up.
[17631]    Gerty had an idea, one of love's little ruses. She slipped a hand into
[17632]    her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course
[17633]    without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he's too far to.
[17634]    She rose. Was it goodbye? No. She had to go but they would meet again,
[17635]    there, and she would dream of that till then, tomorrow, of her dream of
[17636]    yester eve. She drew herself up to her full height. Their souls met in a
[17637]    last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart, full of a
[17638]    strange shining, hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face. She half
[17639]    smiled at him wanly, a sweet forgiving smile, a smile that verged on
[17640]    tears, and then they parted.
[17642]    Slowly, without looking back she went down the uneven strand to
[17643]    Cissy, to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to little baby Boardman. It was
[17644]    darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and slippy
[17645]    seaweed. She walked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her but
[17646]    with care and very slowly because--because Gerty MacDowell was ...
[17648]    Tight boots? No. She's lame! O!
[17650]    Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's left
[17651]    on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was wrong by
[17652]    the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse in a woman.
[17653]    But makes them polite. Glad I didn't know it when she was on show. Hot
[17654]    little devil all the same. I wouldn't mind. Curiosity like a nun or a
[17655]    negress or a girl with glasses. That squinty one is delicate. Near her
[17656]    monthlies, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. I have such a bad headache
[17657]    today. Where did I put the letter? Yes, all right. All kinds of crazy
[17658]    longings. Licking pennies. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told
[17659]    me liked to smell rock oil. Virgins go mad in the end I suppose.
[17660]    Sister? How many women in Dublin have it today? Martha, she. Something
[17661]    in the air. That's the moon. But then why don't all women menstruate
[17662]    at the same time with the same moon, I mean? Depends on the time
[17663]    they were born I suppose. Or all start scratch then get out of step.
[17664]    Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Anyhow I got the best of that.
[17665]    Damned glad I didn't do it in the bath this morning over her silly
[17666]    I will punish you letter. Made up for that tramdriver this morning.
[17667]    That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife
[17668]    engagement in the country valise, voice like a pickaxe. Thankful for small
[17669]    mercies. Cheap too. Yours for the asking. Because they want it themselves.
[17670]    Their natural craving. Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices.
[17671]    Reserve better. Don't want it they throw it at you. Catch em alive, O.
[17672]    Pity they can't see themselves. A dream of wellfilled hose. Where was
[17673]    that? Ah, yes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Peeping
[17674]    Tom. Willy's hat and what the girls did with it. Do they snapshot
[17675]    those girls or is it all a fake? LINGERIE does it. Felt for the
[17676]    curves inside her DESHABILLE. Excites them also when they're. I'm all
[17677]    clean come and dirty me. And they like dressing one another for the
[17678]    sacrifice. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. At first.
[17679]    Put them all on to take them all off. Molly. Why I bought her the violet
[17680]    garters. Us too: the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers.
[17681]    He wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. His lovely
[17682]    shirt was shining beneath his what? of jet. Say a woman loses a charm with
[17683]    every pin she takes out. Pinned together. O, Mairy lost the pin of her.
[17684]    Dressed up to the nines for somebody. Fashion part of their charm. Just
[17685]    changes when you're on the track of the secret. Except the east: Mary,
[17686]    Martha: now as then. No reasonable offer refused. She wasn't in a hurry
[17687]    either. Always off to a fellow when they are. They never forget an
[17688]    appointment. Out on spec probably. They believe in chance because like
[17689]    themselves. And the others inclined to give her an odd dig. Girl friends
[17690]    at school, arms round each other's necks or with ten fingers locked,
[17691]    kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden. Nuns
[17692]    with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their rosaries going up and down,
[17693]    vindictive too for what they can't get. Barbed wire. Be sure now and write
[17694]    to me. And I'll write to you. Now won't you? Molly and Josie Powell. Till
[17695]    Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a blue moon. TABLEAU! O, look
[17696]    who it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What have you been
[17697]    doing with yourself? Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to see you. Picking
[17698]    holes in each other's appearance. You're looking splendid. Sister souls.
[17699]    Showing their teeth at one another. How many have you left? Wouldn't lend
[17700]    each other a pinch of salt.
[17702]    Ah!
[17704]    Devils they are when that's coming on them. Dark devilish appearance.
[17705]    Molly often told me feel things a ton weight. Scratch the sole of
[17706]    my foot. O that way! O, that's exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to rest
[17707]    once in a way. Wonder if it's bad to go with them then. Safe in one way.
[17708]    Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. Something about withering plants I
[17709]    read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she wears she's a
[17710]    flirt. All are. Daresay she felt 1. When you feel like that you often meet
[17711]    what you feel. Liked me or what? Dress they look at. Always know a fellow
[17712]    courting: collars and cuffs. Well cocks and lions do the same and stags.
[17713]    Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. Trousers? Suppose I
[17714]    when I was? No. Gently does it. Dislike rough and tumble. Kiss in the dark
[17715]    and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder what. Sooner have me as I am
[17716]    than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his
[17717]    dexter optic. To aid gentleman in literary. Ought to attend to my
[17718]    appearance my age. Didn't let her see me in profile. Still, you
[17719]    never know. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Beauty and the
[17720]    beast. Besides I can't be so if Molly. Took off her hat to show
[17721]    her hair. Wide brim. Bought to hide her face, meeting someone might
[17722]    know her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell. Hair
[17723]    strong in rut. Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we were on
[17724]    the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money.
[17725]    Why not? All a prejudice. She's worth ten, fifteen, more, a pound. What? I
[17726]    think so. All that for nothing. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Did I forget to
[17727]    write address on that letter like the postcard I sent to Flynn? And the
[17728]    day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie. Wrangle with Molly it was put
[17729]    me off. No, I remember. Richie Goulding: he's another. Weighs on his mind.
[17730]    Funny my watch stopped at half past four. Dust. Shark liver oil they use
[17731]    to clean. Could do it myself. Save. Was that just when he, she?
[17733]    O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.
[17735]    Ah!
[17737]    Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little
[17738]    limping devil. Begins to feel cold and clammy. Aftereffect not pleasant.
[17739]    Still you have to get rid of it someway. They don't care. Complimented
[17740]    perhaps. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the
[17741]    kiddies. Well, aren't they? See her as she is spoil all. Must have the
[17742]    stage setting, the rouge, costume, position, music. The name too. AMOURS
[17743]    of actresses. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Curtain up.
[17744]    Moonlight silver effulgence. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Little
[17745]    sweetheart come and kiss me. Still, I feel. The strength it gives a man.
[17746]    That's the secret of it. Good job I let off there behind the wall coming
[17747]    out of Dignam's. Cider that was. Otherwise I couldn't have. Makes you want
[17748]    to sing after. LACAUS ESANT TARATARA. Suppose I spoke to her. What about?
[17749]    Bad plan however if you don't know how to end the conversation. Ask them a
[17750]    question they ask you another. Good idea if you're stuck. Gain time. But
[17751]    then you're in a cart. Wonderful of course if you say: good evening, and
[17752]    you see she's on for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the
[17753]    Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was. Whew! Girl in
[17754]    Meath street that night. All the dirty things I made her say. All wrong of
[17755]    course. My arks she called it. It's so hard to find one who. Aho! If you
[17756]    don't answer when they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden.
[17757]    And kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings. Parrots. Press
[17758]    the button and the bird will squeak. Wish she hadn't called me sir. O, her
[17759]    mouth in the dark! And you a married man with a single girl! That's what
[17760]    they enjoy. Taking a man from another woman. Or even hear of it.
[17761]    Different with me. Glad to get away from other chap's wife. Eating off his
[17762]    cold plate. Chap in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.
[17763]    French letter still in my pocketbook. Cause of half the trouble. But might
[17764]    happen sometime, I don't think. Come in, all is prepared. I dreamt. What?
[17765]    Worst is beginning. How they change the venue when it's not what they
[17766]    like. Ask you do you like mushrooms because she once knew a gentleman
[17767]    who. Or ask you what someone was going to say when he changed his
[17768]    mind and stopped. Yet if I went the whole hog, say: I want to, something
[17769]    like that. Because I did. She too. Offend her. Then make it up. Pretend to
[17770]    want something awfully, then cry off for her sake. Flatters them. She must
[17771]    have been thinking of someone else all the time. What harm? Must since she
[17772]    came to the use of reason, he, he and he. First kiss does the trick. The
[17773]    propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop. Mushy like, tell by
[17774]    their eye, on the sly. First thoughts are best. Remember that till their
[17775]    dying day. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the Moorish wall
[17776]    beside the gardens. Fifteen she told me. But her breasts were developed.
[17777]    Fell asleep then. After Glencree dinner that was when we drove home.
[17778]    Featherbed mountain. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor had his eye
[17779]    on her too. Val Dillon. Apoplectic.
[17781]    There she is with them down there for the fireworks. My fireworks.
[17782]    Up like a rocket, down like a stick. And the children, twins they must be,
[17783]    waiting for something to happen. Want to be grownups. Dressing in
[17784]    mother's clothes. Time enough, understand all the ways of the world. And
[17785]    the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth. I knew she could
[17786]    whistle. Mouth made for that. Like Molly. Why that highclass whore in
[17787]    Jammet's wore her veil only to her nose. Would you mind, please, telling
[17788]    me the right time? I'll tell you the right time up a dark lane. Say prunes
[17789]    and prisms forty times every morning, cure for fat lips. Caressing the
[17790]    little boy too. Onlookers see most of the game. Of course they understand
[17791]    birds, animals, babies. In their line.
[17793]    Didn't look back when she was going down the strand. Wouldn't give that
[17794]    satisfaction. Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Fine
[17795]    eyes she had, clear. It's the white of the eye brings that out not so much
[17796]    the pupil. Did she know what I? Course. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's
[17797]    jump. Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the high school drawing a
[17798]    picture of Venus with all his belongings on show. Call that innocence?
[17799]    Poor idiot! His wife has her work cut out for her. Never see them sit
[17800]    on a bench marked WET PAINT. Eyes all over them. Look under the bed
[17801]    for what's not there. Longing to get the fright of their lives.
[17802]    Sharp as needles they are. When I said to Molly the man at the corner
[17803]    of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might like, twigged at
[17804]    once he had a false arm. Had, too. Where do they get that? Typist
[17805]    going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to show her understandings.
[17806]    Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I mean. Bred in the
[17807]    bone. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to
[17808]    save the ironing. Best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a
[17809]    mirror. And when I sent her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's
[17810]    by the way that ad I must, carrying home the change in her stocking!
[17811]    Clever little minx. I never told her. Neat way she carries parcels
[17812]    too. Attract men, small thing like that. Holding up her hand, shaking it,
[17813]    to let the blood flow back when it was red. Who did you learn that from?
[17814]    Nobody. Something the nurse taught me. O, don't they know! Three years
[17815]    old she was in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we left Lombard
[17816]    street west. Me have a nice pace. Mullingar. Who knows? Ways of the
[17817]    world. Young student. Straight on her pins anyway not like the other.
[17818]    Still she was game. Lord, I am wet. Devil you are. Swell of her calf.
[17819]    Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Not like that frump
[17820]    today. A. E. Rumpled stockings. Or the one in Grafton street. White. Wow!
[17821]    Beef to the heel.
[17823]    A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Zrads
[17824]    and zrads, zrads, zrads. And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky ran out to see
[17825]    and Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the
[17826]    rocks. Will she? Watch! Watch! See! Looked round. She smelt an onion.
[17827]    Darling, I saw, your. I saw all.
[17829]    Lord!
[17831]    Did me good all the same. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. For
[17832]    this relief much thanks. In HAMLET, that is. Lord! It was all things
[17833]    combined. Excitement. When she leaned back, felt an ache at the butt of my
[17834]    tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He's right. Might have made a worse
[17835]    fool of myself however. Instead of talking about nothing. Then I will tell
[17836]    you all. Still it was a kind of language between us. It couldn't be? No,
[17837]    Gerty they called her. Might be false name however like my name and the
[17838]    address Dolphin's barn a blind.
[17845]    Place made me think of that I suppose. All tarred with the same brush
[17846]     Wiping pens in their stockings. But the ball rolled down to her as if it
[17847]    understood. Every bullet has its billet. Course I never could throw
[17848]    anything straight at school. Crooked as a ram's horn. Sad however because
[17849]    it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's
[17850]    pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the baby when they hold
[17851]    him out to do ah ah. No soft job. Saves them. Keeps them out of harm's
[17852]    way. Nature. Washing child, washing corpse. Dignam. Children's hands
[17853]    always round them. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not even closed at first,
[17854]    sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds. Oughtn't to have given
[17855]    that child an empty teat to suck. Fill it up with wind. Mrs Beaufoy,
[17856]    Purefoy. Must call to the hospital. Wonder is nurse Callan there still.
[17857]    She used to look over some nights when Molly was in the Coffee Palace.
[17858]    That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. And Mrs Breen
[17859]    and Mrs Dignam once like that too, marriageable. Worst of all at night
[17860]    Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms. Husband rolling in drunk, stink of
[17861]    pub off him like a polecat. Have that in your nose in the dark,
[17862]    whiff of stale boose. Then ask in the morning: was I drunk last
[17863]    night? Bad policy however to fault the husband. Chickens come
[17864]    home to roost. They stick by one another like glue. Maybe the
[17865]    women's fault also. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. It's the
[17866]    blood of the south. Moorish. Also the form, the figure. Hands felt for the
[17867]    opulent. Just compare for instance those others. Wife locked up at home,
[17868]    skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my. Then they trot you out
[17869]    some kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what to call her. Always see a
[17870]    fellow's weak point in his wife. Still there's destiny in it, falling in
[17871]    love. Have their own secrets between them. Chaps that would go to the dogs
[17872]    if some woman didn't take them in hand. Then little chits of girls,
[17873]    height of a shilling in coppers, with little hubbies. As God made them he
[17874]    matched them. Sometimes children turn out well enough. Twice nought makes
[17875]    one. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Marry in May and
[17876]    repent in December. This wet is very unpleasant. Stuck. Well the foreskin
[17877]    is not back. Better detach.
[17879]    Ow!
[17881]    Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket. Long and
[17882]    the short of it. Big he and little she. Very strange about my watch.
[17883]    Wristwatches are always going wrong. Wonder is there any magnetic
[17884]    influence between the person because that was about the time he. Yes, I
[17885]    suppose, at once. Cat's away, the mice will play. I remember looking in
[17886]    Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. Back of everything magnetism. Earth
[17887]    for instance pulling this and being pulled. That causes movement. And
[17888]    time, well that's the time the movement takes. Then if one thing stopped
[17889]    the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it's all arranged.
[17890]    Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the sun, the stars. Little
[17891]    piece of steel iron. When you hold out the fork. Come. Come. Tip. Woman
[17892]    and man that is. Fork and steel. Molly, he. Dress up and look and suggest
[17893]    and let you see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see that and,
[17894]    like a sneeze coming, legs, look, look and if you have any guts in you.
[17895]    Tip. Have to let fly.
[17897]    Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before
[17898]    third person. More put out about a hole in her stocking. Molly, her
[17899]    underjaw stuck out, head back, about the farmer in the ridingboots and
[17900]    spurs at the horse show. And when the painters were in Lombard street
[17901]    west. Fine voice that fellow had. How Giuglini began. Smell that I did.
[17902]    Like flowers. It was too. Violets. Came from the turpentine probably in
[17903]    the paint. Make their own use of everything. Same time doing it scraped
[17904]    her slipper on the floor so they wouldn't hear. But lots of them can't
[17905]    kick the beam, I think. Keep that thing up for hours. Kind of a general
[17906]    all round over me and half down my back.
[17908]    Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That's her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I
[17909]    leave you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow. What is it?
[17910]    Heliotrope? No. Hyacinth? Hm. Roses, I think. She'd like scent of that
[17911]    kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her,
[17912]    with a little jessamine mixed. Her high notes and her low notes. At the
[17913]    dance night she met him, dance of the hours. Heat brought it out. She was
[17914]    wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before. Good
[17915]    conductor, is it? Or bad? Light too. Suppose there's some connection. For
[17916]    instance if you go into a cellar where it's dark. Mysterious thing too.
[17917]    Why did I smell it only now? Took its time in coming like herself, slow
[17918]    but sure. Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains blown across.
[17919]    Yes, it is. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning, smell
[17920]    them leagues off. Tell you what it is. It's like a fine fine veil or web
[17921]    they have all over the skin, fine like what do you call it gossamer, and
[17922]    they're always spinning it out of them, fine as anything, like rainbow
[17923]    colours without knowing it. Clings to everything she takes off. Vamp of
[17924]    her stockings. Warm shoe. Stays. Drawers: little kick, taking them off.
[17925]    Byby till next time. Also the cat likes to sniff in her shift on
[17926]    the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too. Reminds me of
[17927]    strawberries and cream. Wonder where it is really. There or the armpits
[17928]    or under the neck. Because you get it out of all holes and corners.
[17929]    Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Muskrat.
[17930]    Bag under their tails. One grain pour off odour for years. Dogs at
[17931]    each other behind. Good evening. Evening. How do you sniff? Hm. Hm.
[17932]    Very well, thank you. Animals go by that. Yes now, look at it that way.
[17933]    We're the same. Some women, instance, warn you off when they have their
[17934]    period. Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on. Like
[17935]    what? Potted herrings gone stale or. Boof! Please keep off the grass.
[17937]    Perhaps they get a man smell off us. What though? Cigary gloves long
[17938]    John had on his desk the other day. Breath? What you eat and drink gives
[17939]    that. No. Mansmell, I mean. Must be connected with that because priests
[17940]    that are supposed to be are different. Women buzz round it like flies
[17941]    round treacle. Railed off the altar get on to it at any cost. The tree
[17942]    of forbidden priest. O, father, will you? Let me be the first to.
[17943]    That diffuses itself all through the body, permeates. Source of life.
[17944]    And it's extremely curious the smell. Celery sauce. Let me.
[17946]    Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his
[17947]    waistcoat. Almonds or. No. Lemons it is. Ah no, that's the soap.
[17949]    O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something on my mind.
[17950]    Never went back and the soap not paid. Dislike carrying bottles like that
[17951]    hag this morning. Hynes might have paid me that three shillings. I could
[17952]    mention Meagher's just to remind him. Still if he works that paragraph.
[17953]    Two and nine. Bad opinion of me he'll have. Call tomorrow. How much do
[17954]    I owe you? Three and nine? Two and nine, sir. Ah. Might stop him giving
[17955]    credit another time. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do. Fellows run up
[17956]    a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back streets into
[17957]    somewhere else.
[17959]    Here's this nobleman passed before. Blown in from the bay. Just went
[17960]    as far as turn back. Always at home at dinnertime. Looks mangled out: had
[17961]    a good tuck in. Enjoying nature now. Grace after meals. After supper walk
[17962]    a mile. Sure he has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. Walk
[17963]    after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Still you
[17964]    learn something. See ourselves as others see us. So long as women don't
[17965]    mock what matter? That's the way to find out. Ask yourself who is he now.
[17966]    THE MYSTERY MAN ON THE BEACH, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom.
[17967]    Payment at the rate of one guinea per column. And that fellow today at the
[17968]    graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his kismet however. Healthy
[17969]    perhaps absorb all the. Whistle brings rain they say. Must be some
[17970]    somewhere. Salt in the Ormond damp. The body feels the atmosphere. Old
[17971]    Betty's joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about
[17972]    ships around they fly in the twinkling. No. Signs of rain it is. The royal
[17973]    reader. And distant hills seem coming nigh.
[17975]    Howth. Bailey light. Two, four, six, eight, nine. See. Has to change or
[17976]    they might think it a house. Wreckers. Grace Darling. People afraid of the
[17977]    dark. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Jewels diamonds flash
[17978]    better. Women. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt you.
[17979]    Better now of course than long ago. Country roads. Run you through the
[17980]    small guts for nothing. Still two types there are you bob against.
[17981]    Scowl or smile. Pardon! Not at all. Best time to spray plants too in the
[17982]    shade after the sun. Some light still. Red rays are longest. Roygbiv
[17983]    Vance taught us: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
[17984]    A star I see. Venus? Can't tell yet. Two. When three it's night. Were
[17985]    those nightclouds there all the time? Looks like a phantom ship. No.
[17986]    Wait. Trees are they? An optical illusion. Mirage. Land of the setting
[17987]    sun this. Homerule sun setting in the southeast. My native land,
[17988]    goodnight.
[17990]    Dew falling. Bad for you, dear, to sit on that stone. Brings on white
[17991]    fluxions. Never have little baby then less he was big strong fight his way
[17992]    up through. Might get piles myself. Sticks too like a summer cold, sore on
[17993]    the mouth. Cut with grass or paper worst. Friction of the position.
[17994]    Like to be that rock she sat on. O sweet little, you don't know how nice
[17995]    you looked. I begin to like them at that age. Green apples. Grab at all
[17996]    that offer. Suppose it's the only time we cross legs, seated. Also the
[17997]    library today: those girl graduates. Happy chairs under them. But it's
[17998]    the evening influence. They feel all that. Open like flowers, know
[17999]    their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in ballrooms, chandeliers,
[18000]    avenues under the lamps. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed
[18001]    her shoulder. Wish I had a full length oilpainting of her then. June
[18002]    that was too I wooed. The year returns. History repeats itself.
[18003]    Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Life, love, voyage round
[18004]    your own little world. And now? Sad about her lame of course but must
[18005]    be on your guard not to feel too much pity. They take advantage.
[18007]    All quiet on Howth now. The distant hills seem. Where we. The
[18008]    rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums, and I the
[18009]    plumstones. Where I come in. All that old hill has seen. Names change:
[18010]    that's all. Lovers: yum yum.
[18012]    Tired I feel now. Will I get up? O wait. Drained all the manhood out
[18013]    of me, little wretch. She kissed me. Never again. My youth. Only once it
[18014]    comes. Or hers. Take the train there tomorrow. No. Returning not the
[18015]    same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. Nothing new
[18016]    under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin's Barn. Are you not happy in your?
[18017]    Naughty darling. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Mat
[18018]    Dillon and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty.
[18019]    Molly too. Eightyseven that was. Year before we. And the old major,
[18020]    partial to his drop of spirits. Curious she an only child, I an only
[18021]    child. So it returns. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest
[18022]    way round is the shortest way home. And just when he and she. Circus horse
[18023]    walking in a ring. Rip van Winkle we played. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's
[18024]    overcoat. Van: breadvan delivering. Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Then
[18025]    I did Rip van Winkle coming back. She leaned on the sideboard watching.
[18026]    Moorish eyes. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. All changed.
[18027]    Forgotten. The young are old. His gun rusty from the dew.
[18029]    Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I'm a tree,
[18030]    so blind. Have birds no smell? Metempsychosis. They believed you could be
[18031]    changed into a tree from grief. Weeping willow. Ba. There he goes.
[18032]    Funny little beggar. Wonder where he lives. Belfry up there. Very likely.
[18033]    Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him out, I
[18034]    suppose. Mass seems to be over. Could hear them all at it. Pray for us.
[18035]    And pray for us. And pray for us. Good idea the repetition. Same
[18036]    thing with ads. Buy from us. And buy from us. Yes, there's the light
[18037]    in the priest's house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake
[18038]    in the valuation when I was in Thom's. Twentyeight it is. Two houses
[18039]    they have. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Ba. Again. Wonder why
[18040]    they come out at night like mice. They're a mixed breed. Birds are
[18041]    like hopping mice. What frightens them, light or noise? Better sit still.
[18042]    All instinct like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of a
[18043]    jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny
[18044]    hands. Weeny bones. Almost see them shimmering, kind of a bluey white.
[18045]    Colours depend on the light you see. Stare the sun for example
[18046]    like the eagle then look at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. Wants to
[18047]    stamp his trademark on everything. Instance, that cat this morning on the
[18048]    staircase. Colour of brown turf. Say you never see them with three
[18049]    colours. Not true. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the CITY ARMS
[18050]    with the letter em on her forehead. Body fifty different colours. Howth
[18051]    a while ago amethyst. Glass flashing. That's how that wise man what's his
[18052]    name with the burning glass. Then the heather goes on fire. It can't be
[18053]    tourists' matches. What? Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the wind
[18054]    and light. Or broken bottles in the furze act as a burning glass in the
[18055]    sun. Archimedes. I have it! My memory's not so bad.
[18057]    Ba. Who knows what they're always flying for. Insects? That bee last week
[18058]    got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Might be the
[18059]    one bit me, come back to see. Birds too. Never find out. Or what they say.
[18060]    Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have to fly over
[18061]    the ocean and back. Lots must be killed in storms, telegraph wires.
[18062]    Dreadful life sailors have too. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers
[18063]    floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. FAUGH A BALLAGH!
[18064]    Out of that, bloody curse to you! Others in vessels, bit of a handkerchief
[18065]    sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy winds do blow.
[18066]    Married too. Sometimes away for years at the ends of the earth somewhere.
[18067]    No ends really because it's round. Wife in every port they say. She has a
[18068]    good job if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. If ever he
[18069]    does. Smelling the tail end of ports. How can they like the sea? Yet they
[18070]    do. The anchor's weighed. Off he sails with a scapular or a medal
[18071]    on him for luck. Well. And the tephilim no what's this they call it poor
[18072]    papa's father had on his door to touch. That brought us out of the land
[18073]    of Egypt and into the house of bondage. Something in all those
[18074]    superstitions because when you go out never know what dangers. Hanging
[18075]    on to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life, lifebelt round him,
[18076]    gulping salt water, and that's the last of his nibs till the sharks
[18077]    catch hold of him. Do fish ever get seasick?
[18079]    Then you have a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid,
[18080]    crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so
[18081]    peaceful. Not my fault, old cockalorum.
[18083]    A last lonely candle wandered up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search
[18084]    of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and shed a cluster of
[18085]    violet but one white stars. They floated, fell: they faded. The shepherd's
[18086]    hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. From house to house, giving his
[18087]    everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock postman, the
[18088]    glowworm's lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through the laurel
[18089]    hedges. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at
[18090]    Leahy's terrace. By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill
[18091]    voice went crying, wailing: EVENING TELEGRAPH, STOP PRESS EDITION! RESULT
[18092]    OF THE GOLD CUP RACE! and from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out
[18093]    and called. Twittering the bat flew here, flew there. Far out over the
[18094]    sands the coming surf crept, grey. Howth settled for slumber, tired of
[18095]    long days, of yumyum rhododendrons (he was old) and felt gladly the night
[18096]    breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. He lay but opened a red eye
[18097]    unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. And far on
[18098]    Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom.
[18100]    Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the same spot. Irish
[18101]    Lights board. Penance for their sins. Coastguards too. Rocket and breeches
[18102]    buoy and lifeboat. Day we went out for the pleasure cruise in the Erin's
[18103]    King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Bears in the zoo. Filthy trip.
[18104]    Drunkards out to shake up their livers. Puking overboard to feed the
[18105]    herrings. Nausea. And the women, fear of God in their faces. Milly,
[18106]    no sign of funk. Her blue scarf loose, laughing. Don't know what death
[18107]    is at that age. And then their stomachs clean. But being lost they fear.
[18108]    When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. I didn't want to. Mamma! Mamma!
[18109]    Babes in the wood. Frightening them with masks too. Throwing them up
[18110]    in the air to catch them. I'll murder you. Is it only half fun?
[18111]    Or children playing battle. Whole earnest. How can people aim guns at
[18112]    each other. Sometimes they go off. Poor kids! Only troubles wildfire
[18113]    and nettlerash. Calomel purge I got her for that. After getting better
[18114]    asleep with Molly. Very same teeth she has. What do they love?
[18115]    Another themselves? But the morning she chased her with the umbrella.
[18116]    Perhaps so as not to hurt. I felt her pulse. Ticking. Little hand
[18117]    it was: now big. Dearest Papli. All that the hand says when you
[18118]    touch. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Her first stays I
[18119]    remember. Made me laugh to see. Little paps to begin with. Left one
[18120]    is more sensitive, I think. Mine too. Nearer the heart? Padding
[18121]    themselves out if fat is in fashion. Her growing pains at night, calling,
[18122]    wakening me. Frightened she was when her nature came on her first.
[18123]    Poor child! Strange moment for the mother too. Brings back her girlhood.
[18124]    Gibraltar. Looking from Buena Vista. O'Hara's tower. The seabirds
[18125]    screaming. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family. Sundown,
[18126]    gunfire for the men to cross the lines. Looking out over the sea she
[18127]    told me. Evening like this, but clear, no clouds. I always thought I'd
[18128]    marry a lord or a rich gentleman coming with a private yacht. BUENAS
[18130]    you were so foreign from the others.
[18132]    Better not stick here all night like a limpet. This weather makes you
[18133]    dull. Must be getting on for nine by the light. Go home. Too late for LEAH,
[18134]    LILY OF KILLARNEY. No. Might be still up. Call to the hospital to see.
[18135]    Hope she's over. Long day I've had. Martha, the bath, funeral, house of
[18136]    Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Then that bawler in
[18137]    Barney Kiernan's. Got my own back there. Drunken ranters what I said about
[18138]    his God made him wince. Mistake to hit back. Or? No. Ought to go home and
[18139]    laugh at themselves. Always want to be swilling in company. Afraid to be
[18140]    alone like a child of two. Suppose he hit me. Look at it other way round.
[18141]    Not so bad then. Perhaps not to hurt he meant. Three cheers for Israel.
[18142]    Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three fangs in her
[18143]    mouth. Same style of beauty. Particularly nice old party for a cup of tea.
[18144]    The sister of the wife of the wild man of Borneo has just come to town.
[18145]    Imagine that in the early morning at close range. Everyone to his taste as
[18146]    Morris said when he kissed the cow. But Dignam's put the boots on it.
[18147]    Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Anyhow she
[18148]    wants the money. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I promised. Strange
[18149]    name. Takes it for granted we're going to pop off first. That widow
[18150]    on Monday was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. Buried the poor
[18151]    husband but progressing favourably on the premium. Her widow's mite.
[18152]    Well? What do you expect her to do? Must wheedle her way along.
[18153]    Widower I hate to see. Looks so forlorn. Poor man O'Connor wife and five
[18154]    children poisoned by mussels here. The sewage. Hopeless. Some good
[18155]    matronly woman in a porkpie hat to mother him. Take him in tow, platter
[18156]    face and a large apron. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings
[18157]    a pair, astonishing bargain. Plain and loved, loved for ever, they say.
[18158]    Ugly: no woman thinks she is. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we
[18159]    die. See him sometimes walking about trying to find out who played the
[18160]    trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also a shop often noticed.
[18161]    Curse seems to dog it. Dreamt last night? Wait. Something confused. She
[18162]    had red slippers on. Turkish. Wore the breeches. Suppose she does? Would
[18163]    I like her in pyjamas? Damned hard to answer. Nannetti's gone. Mailboat.
[18164]    Near Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. Work Hynes and
[18165]    Crawford. Petticoats for Molly. She has something to put in them. What's
[18166]    that? Might be money.
[18168]    Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He
[18169]    brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read. Better go.
[18170]    Better. I'm tired to move. Page of an old copybook. All those holes and
[18171]    pebbles. Who could count them? Never know what you find. Bottle with
[18172]    story of a treasure in it, thrown from a wreck. Parcels post. Children
[18173]    always want to throw things in the sea. Trust? Bread cast on the waters.
[18174]    What's this? Bit of stick.
[18176]    O! Exhausted that female has me. Not so young now. Will she come
[18177]    here tomorrow? Wait for her somewhere for ever. Must come back.
[18178]    Murderers do. Will I?
[18180]    Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write
[18181]    a message for her. Might remain. What?
[18183]    I.
[18185]    Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide comes
[18186]    here. Saw a pool near her foot. Bend, see my face there, dark mirror,
[18187]    breathe on it, stirs. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. O,
[18188]    those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the meaning of that
[18189]    other world. I called you naughty boy because I do not like.
[18191]    AM. A.
[18193]    No room. Let it go.
[18195]    Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand.
[18196]    Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here.
[18197]    Except Guinness's barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by
[18198]    design.
[18200]    He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck.
[18201]    Now if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't. Chance.
[18202]    We'll never meet again. But it was lovely. Goodbye, dear. Thanks. Made me
[18203]    feel so young.
[18205]    Short snooze now if I had. Must be near nine. Liverpool boat long
[18206]    gone.. Not even the smoke. And she can do the other. Did too. And Belfast.
[18207]    I won't go. Race there, race back to Ennis. Let him. Just close my eyes a
[18208]    moment. Won't sleep, though. Half dream. It never comes the same. Bat
[18209]    again. No harm in him. Just a few.
[18211]    O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me
[18212]    do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed met
[18213]    him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave
[18214]    under embon SENORITA young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle
[18215]    red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end
[18216]    Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in
[18217]    her next her next.
[18219]    A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr
[18220]    Bloom with open mouth, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed.
[18221]    Just for a few
[18224]        CUCKOO
[18225]        CUCKOO
[18226]        CUCKOO.
[18229]    The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest's house cooed where Canon
[18230]    O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S. J. were
[18231]    taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup
[18232]    and talking about
[18235]        CUCKOO
[18236]        CUCKOO
[18237]        CUCKOO.
[18240]    Because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house to
[18241]    tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there because
[18242]    she was as quick as anything about a thing like that, was Gerty MacDowell,
[18243]    and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was sitting on
[18244]    the rocks looking was
[18247]        CUCKOO
[18248]        CUCKOO
[18249]        CUCKOO.