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Ulysses

hope, her own colour and lucky too for a bride to have a
bit of blue somewhere on her because the green she wore
that day week brought grief because his father brought
him in to study for the intermediate exhibition and

because she thought perhaps he might be out because
when she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up
the old pair on her inside out and that was for luck and
lovers’ meeting if you put those things on inside out or if
they got untied that he was thinking about you so long as
it wasn’t of a Friday.
And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A
gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is in
her eyes and she would give worlds to be in the privacy of
her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, she
could have a good cry and relieve her pentup
feelingsthough not too much because she knew how to
cry nicely before the mirror. You are lovely, Gerty, it said.
The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad
and wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Yes, she had
known from the very first that her daydream of a marriage
has been arranged and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs
Reggy Wylie T. C. D. (because the one who married the
elder brother would be Mrs Wylie) and in the fashionable
intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a sumptuous

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