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Ulysses


                                  a scented handkerchief (not for show only), his case of
                                  bright trinketware (alas! a thing now of the past!) and a
                                  quiverful of compliant smiles  for this or that halfwon
                                  housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for a

                                  budding virgin, shyly acknowledging (but the heart? tell
                                  me!) his studied baisemoins.  The scent, the smile, but,
                                  more than these, the dark eyes and oleaginous address,
                                  brought home at duskfall many a commission to the head
                                  of the firm, seated with Jacob’s pipe after like labours in
                                  the paternal ingle (a meal of noodles, you may be sure, is
                                  aheating), reading through round horned spectacles some
                                  paper from the Europe of a month before. But hey, presto,
                                  the mirror is breathed on and the young knighterrant
                                  recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a tiny speck within the mist.
                                  Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be
                                  his sons. Who can say? The wise father knows his own
                                  child. He thinks of a drizzling night in Hatch street, hard
                                  by the bonded stores there, the first. Together (she is a
                                  poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine and of all for
                                  a bare shilling and her luckpenny), together they hear the
                                  heavy tread of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass
                                  the new royal university. Bridie! Bridie Kelly! He will
                                  never forget the name, ever remember the night: first
                                  night, the bridenight. They are entwined in nethermost



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