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Ulysses

fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it
hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can’t blame them after all
with the job they have especially the young hornies. That
horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his

degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he
did! His horse’s hoofs clattering after us down Abbey
street. Lucky I had the presence of mind to dive into
Manning’s or I was souped. He did come a wallop, by
George. Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I
oughtn’t to have got myself swept along with those
medicals. And the Trinity jibs in their mortarboards.
Looking for trouble. Still I got to know that young Dixon
who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now he’s
in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within
wheels. Police whistle in my ears still. All skedaddled.
Why he fixed on me. Give me in charge. Right here it
began.
—Up the Boers!
—Three cheers for De Wet!
—We’ll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.
Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.
Vinegar hill. The Butter exchange band. Few years’ time
half of them magistrates and civil servants. War comes on:

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