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Ulysses


                                  had it pat. To tell the truth he was mean in fortunes and
                                  for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses and low
                                  taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul’s men, runners,
                                  flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the bagnio and other

                                  rogues of the game or with a  chanceable catchpole or a
                                  tipstaff often at nights till broad day of whom he picked up
                                  between his sackpossets much loose gossip. He took his
                                  ordinary at a boilingcook’s and if he had but gotten into
                                  him a mess of broken victuals or a platter of tripes with a
                                  bare tester in his purse he could always bring himself off
                                  with his tongue, some randy quip he had from a punk or
                                  whatnot that every mother’s son of them would burst their
                                  sides. The other, Costello that is, hearing this talk asked
                                  was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says, Frank (that was
                                  his name), ‘tis all about Kerry  cows that are to be
                                  butchered along of the plague. But they can go hang, says
                                  he with a wink, for me with their bully beef, a pox on it.
                                  There’s as good fish in this tin as ever came out of it and
                                  very friendly he offered to take of some salty sprats that
                                  stood by which he had eyed wishly in the meantime and
                                  found the place which was indeed the chief design of his
                                  embassy as he was sharpset.  Mort aux vaches, says Frank
                                  then in the French language that had been indentured to a
                                  brandyshipper that has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he



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