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Ulysses

concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound
precedent, a cup of Epps’s cocoa and a shakedown for the
night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled
into a pillow at least he would be in safe hands and as

warm as a toast on a trivet he failed to perceive any very
vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no
rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be
made because that merry old soul, the grasswidower in
question who appeared to be glued to the spot, didn’t
appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to
his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely
some sponger’s bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age
was no bar off Sheriff street lower would be the best clue
to that equivocal character’s whereabouts for a few days to
come, alternately racking their feelings (the mermaids’)
with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the
tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody’s
bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles
with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of
large potations of potheen and the usual blarney about
himself for as to who he in reality was let x equal my right
name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the
same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle repartee
to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a

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