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Ulysses

—I’ll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and
sound him. One good turn deserves another.
—Do, Tom Rochford said. Tell him I’m Boylan with
impatience.

—Goodnight, M’Coy said abruptly. When you two
begin
Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.
—But how does it work here, Tommy? he asked.
—Tooraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.
He followed M’Coy out across the tiny square of
Crampton court.
—He’s a hero, he said simply.
—I know, M’Coy said. The drain, you mean.
—Drain? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole.
They passed Dan Lowry’s musichall where Marie
Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a
poster a dauby smile.
Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the
Empire musichall Lenehan showed M’Coy how the whole
thing was. One of those manholes like a bloody gaspipe
and there was the poor devil stuck down in it, half choked
with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow,
booky’s vest and all, with the rope round him. And be

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