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Ulysses

—Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a
piquant tilt of her nose. Give it to him too on the same
place as quick as I’d look at him.
Madcap Ciss with her golliwog curls. You had to laugh

at her sometimes. For instance when she asked you would
you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and
when she drew the jugs too and the men’s faces on her
nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she
wanted to go where you know she said she wanted to run
and pay a visit to the Miss White. That was just like
Cissycums. O, and will you ever forget her the evening
she dressed up in her father’s suit and hat and the burned
cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road,
smoking a cigarette. There was none to come up to her
for fun. But she was sincerity itself, one of the bravest and
truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of your twofaced
things, too sweet to be wholesome.
And then there came out upon the air the sound of
voices and the pealing anthem of the organ. It was the
men’s temperance retreat conducted by the missioner, the
reverend John Hughes S. J., rosary, sermon and
benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament. They were
there gathered together without distinction of social class
(and a most edifying spectacle it was to see) in that simple

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