The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proud promontory of dear old Howth(3,3) guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on the weedgrown rocks (3by alongº3) Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the stormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.
The three girl friends were seated on the rocks, enjoying the evening scene
air3) which was fresh
not too chilly. Many a time and oft were they wont to come there to that
favourite nook to have a cosy chat and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey
and Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey, two
little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the name
H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy and Jacky Caffrey were twins,
scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled twins
but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing
ways about them. They were dabbling in the sand with their spades and buckets,
building castles as children do, or playing with their big coloured ball,
happy as the day was long. And Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and
fro in the pushcar while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. He
was but eleven months and nine days old and, though still a tiny toddler, was
just beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Cissy
Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.
— Now, baby, Cissy Caffrey said. Say out big, big. I want a drink of water.
And baby prattled after her:
— A jink a jink a jawbo.
Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. But to be sure baby (3Boardman3) was as good as gold, a perfect little dote in his new fancy bib. (3No None of your3) spoilt (3beauty beauties3) was Cissy Caffrey. A truerhearted girl never drew the breath of life, always with a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe red lips, a girl lovable in the extreme. And Edy Boardman laughed too at the quaint language of little brother.
But just then there was a slight altercation between Master Tommy and Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and the two twins were no exception to (3the this 3) rule. The apple of discord was a certain castle of sand which Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy would have it right go wrong that it was to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the Martello tower had. But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle too. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the attention of the girl friends.
— Come here, Tommy, his sister called imperatively(3. At, at3) once! And you, Jacky, for shame to throw poor Tommy in the dirty sand. Wait till I catch you for that.
His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy came at her call for their big
sister's word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he was
after his misadventure. His little man-o'-war top and
unmentionables were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the art of smoothing (3out overº3) life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit, her eyes dancing in admonition.
— Nasty bold Jacky(3,!3) she (3said cried3).
She put (3her an3) arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:
— What's your name? Butter and cream?
— Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your sweetheart?
— Nao, tearful Tommy said.
— Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.
— Nao, Tommy said.
— I know, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. Gerty is Tommy's sweetheart.
— Nao, Tommy said on the verge of tears.
Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered to Edy Boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the gentleman couldn't see and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.
But who was Gerty?
Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companions, lost in thought, gazing
far away into the distance was in very truth as fair a specimen of winsome Irish
girlhood as one could wish to see. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew
her though, as folks often said, she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Her
figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron
jelloids she had been taking of late had done her a world of good and she was
much better of those discharges she used to get. The waxen pallor of her face
was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity. Her hands were of
finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves in bed. Bertha Supple told that once to Edy Boardman when she was black out with Gerty (the girl chums had of course their little tiffs from time to time like the rest of mortals) and she told her not to let on whatever she did that it was her that told her or she'd never speak to her again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was an innate refinement, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and (3high arched higharched3) instep. Had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady (3of in3) the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to
her. Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that lent to her (3softly featured softlyfeatured3) face at (3times whiles3) a look, tense with suppressed meaning, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes, a charm few could resist. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Gerty's were of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive (3expressive3) brows. Time (3had been was3) when those brows were not so silkily seductive. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the (3Woman Beautiful Woman Beautifulº3) page (3in ofº3) the Princess (3Novelette novelette3), who had first advised her to try eyebrowleine(3,3) which gave that haunting expression to the eyes, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and she had never regretted it. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of hair. It was dark brown with a natural wave in it. She had cut it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters. And just now at Edy's words as a telltale flush, delicate as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her
sweet girlish shyness that of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not hold her equal.
For an instant she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. She was about
to retort but something checked the words on her tongue. Inclination prompted
her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent. The pretty lips pouted awhile
but then she glanced up and broke
into a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May
morning. She knew right well, no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that. As
per usual somebody's nose was out of joint about the boy that had the
the London bridge
riding up and down in front of her
Only now his father kept him in in the evenings studying hard to get an
exhibition in the intermediate that was on and he was going
go3) to Trinity
college to study for a doctor when he left the high school like his brother
Wylie who was racing in the bicycle races
Trinity college university. Little recked he perhaps for what she felt, that
dull ache in her heart sometimes, piercing to the core. Yet he was young and
time3) he might
learn to love her
time3). They were
protestants in his family and of course Gerty knew who came first and after Him
the blessed virgin and then saint Joseph. But he was undeniably handsome and he
every inch a gentleman, the shape of his head too at the back without his cap
something off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at (3her theº3) lamp with his hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes and besides they were both of a size (3too he and she3) and that was why Edy Boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because he didn't go and ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden.
Gerty was dressed simply but with instinctive taste for she felt that there
was just a might that he might be out. A neat blouse of electric
selftinted by dolly
with a smart vee opening and kerchief pocket (in which she
piece of cottonwool scented with
favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit3)) and a navy (3three quarter threequarter3) skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. She wore a coquettish wideleaved hat of nigger straw with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the side a butterfly bow (3of silk3) to tone. All Tuesday week afternoon she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found what she wanted (3in Sparrow's at Clery's3) summer (3bargains sales3), the very it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice, seven fingers two and a penny. She did it up all by herself and tried it on then, smiling back at her lovely reflection in the mirror(3,3) and when she put it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew that that would take the shine out of some people she knew. Her shoes were the newest thing in footwear (Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very petite but she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, a five, and never would (3have,3) ash, oak or elm) with patent toecaps and just one smart buckle. Her wellturned ankle displayed its proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of her shapely leg encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen (though Gerty would never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to blame her? She had four dinky sets, three articles and nighties extra, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen and she aired them herself (3and blued them3) when they came home from the wash (3because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen and aired3) and ironed (3herself them3) and she had a brickbat (3too3) to keep the iron (3hot3) on (3because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as she'd see them scorching the things3). She was wearing the blue for luck, her own colour and (3lucky the lucky colourº3) too for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere (3on
her3) because the green she wore (3on Friday that day week3) 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 (3or if they got untied that he was thinking about you3) so long as it wasn't of a Friday.
And yet — and
A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she
would give worlds to be in her own familiar chamber where she could have a good
cry and relieve her pentup feelings. The paly light of evening falls upon a face
infinitely sad and wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Yes, she had known
first that it was not to be. He was too young to understand. He would not
believe in love. The night of the party long ago in Stoer's (he was still
in short trousers) when they were alone and he stole an arm round her waist she
went white to the very lips. He called her little one and half kissed her (the
first!) but it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from the room
with a remark about refreshments. Impetuous fellow! Strength of character had
never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty
MacDowell must be a man among men. But waiting, always waiting to be asked and
it was leap year too and would soon be over. No prince charming is her beau
ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a
strong quiet face, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and who would
understand, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to him in all the
strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long long kiss.
For such a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. With all the heart of her she
longs to be his only, his affianced bride for riches for poor in sickness in
health till death us two part from this to this day forward.
And while Edy Boardman was with little Tommy behind the pushcar she was just
thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself
his little wife to be. Then they could talk about her, Bertha Supple too(3,3) and Edy, (3little theº3) spitfire, because she would be twentytwo in November. She would care for him with creature comforts too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of homeyness. Her (3teacakes griddlecakes3) and queen Ann's pudding had won golden opinions from all because she had a lucky hand (3they said3) also for lighting a fire, dredge in the fine flour and always stir in the same direction(3,3) then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs and they would have a nice drawingroom with pictures and chintz covers for the chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer (3sale sales3) like they have in rich houses. He would be tall (she had always admired tall men for a husband) with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and every morning they would both have brekky for their own two selves and before he went out to business he would give her a good hearty hug and gaze for a moment deep down into her eyes.
Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes so then she
buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run off and play
with Jacky and to be good and not to fight. But Tommy said he wanted the ball
and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the ball and if he took it
there'd be wigs on the green but Tommy said it was his ball
ball3) and he wanted
his ball and he pranced on the ground, if you please. The temper of him! O, he was
a man already was little Tommy Caffrey. Edy told him no, no and to be off now with him and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him.
— You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It's my ball.
But Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up, look up high at her finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and Tommy after it in full career, having won the day.
— Anything for a quiet life, laughed Ciss.
And she tickled
two cheeks to make him forget and played here's
the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper(3,3) chin. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about his getting his own way like that from everyone always petting him.
— I'd like to give him something, she said, so I would, where I won't say.
— On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily.
Gerty MacDowell bent down her head at the idea of Cissy saying a thing like that out she'd be ashamed of her life to say, flushing a deep rosy red and Edy Boardman said she was sure the gentleman opposite heard what she said. But not a pin cared (3Cissy Ciss3).
— 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 (3as3) quick as I'd look at him.
Madcap Ciss. 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 make you split your sides or when 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
the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and walked down
road,3) smoking a
cigarette. But she was sincerity itself, one of the bravest and truest hearts
heaven ever made,
one of your twofaced
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 (3novena retreat3) conducted by the missioner, the reverend (3father3) John Hughes S.J., rosary(3,3) sermon and benediction of the most blessed sacrament. They were there gathered together without distinction of social class (and (3a3) most edifying (3spectacle3) (3was it it was3) to see) in that simple fane beside the waves after the storms of this weary world, kneeling (3humbly at before3) the feet of the immaculate, beseeching her to intercede for them, holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the demon drink she might now be rolling in her carriage, second to none. Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the (3fireside dying embers3) in a brown study(3, her eyes on the dying embers,3) or gazing out of the window by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty bucket. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cast its shadow over her (3girlhood childhood3) days. Nay, she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a prey to the fumes of intoxication(3,3) forget himself completely for if there was one thing of all things that Gerty knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness(3,3) deserves to be branded as the lowest of the low.
And still the voices sang in supplication to the virgin most powerful, virgin most merciful. And Gerty, (3rapt wrapt3) in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at (3the theirº3) boyish gambols or the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy (3Caffrey3) called the man that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. You never saw him anyway screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a father because he was too old or something or on account of his face (it was a palpable case of (3Doctor doctor3) Fell) or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it. Poor father! With all his faults she loved him still when he sang Tell me, Mary, how to woo thee and they had stewed cockles and lettuce with salad dressing for supper and when he sang (3the duet3) The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, from a stroke. Her mother's birthday that was and Charley was home on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they were to have had a group taken. No-one would have thought the end was so near. Now he was laid to rest. And her mother said to him to let that be a warning to him for the rest of his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic designs, fit for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright and cheery in the home.
A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the house, a
ministering angel too. And when her mother had those
headaches who was it rubbed
the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like her
taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single thing they ever had words
about, taking snuff. It was Gerty who turned off the gas
main3) every night
the main3) and it was Gerty
who tacked up on the wall of that place Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac(3,3) the picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in the (3dress costume3) they used to wear then with a threecornered hat (3offered was offeringº3) a bunch of flowers to his (3lady love ladyloveº3) with oldtime chivalry through (3the her3) lattice window. The colours were done (3something3) lovely. She was in a soft clinging white and the gentleman (3was3) in chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She often looked at them dreamily when she went there for a certain purpose and thought about those times because she had found out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the halcyon days what they meant.
The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly
fashion(3,3) till at last (3master Master3) Jacky(3,3) who was really as bold as brass(3,3) there was no getting behind that(3,3) deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. Needless to say(3,3) poor Tommy was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there by himself came to the rescue and intercepted the ball. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to her please. The gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw it (3along up3) the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and stopped (3rightº3) under Gerty's skirt near the little pool (3beside by3) the rock. The twins clamoured again for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and let them fight for it(3it3) so Gerty drew back her foot but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she missed and Edy and Cissy laughed.
— If you fail try again, Edy Boardman said.
Gerty smiled assent. A delicate pink crept into her pretty
but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted her skirt a little
just enough3) and took
good aim and gave the ball a jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two
twins after it down towards the shingle. Pure jealousy of course it
nothing else to draw attention on account of the gentleman opposite looking. She
felt the warm flush, a danger signal always with Gerty MacDowell, surging and
flaming into her cheeks. Till then they had only exchanged glances of the most
casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a look at him and the
face that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen.
Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and
with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of original
pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray
for us, mystical rose. And careworn hearts were there and toilers for their
daily bread and many who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition
bright with hope for the reverend father
Hughes had told them what the great saint Bernard
said in his famous prayer
of Mary, the most pious virgin's intercessory power that it was not recorded in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.
The twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of childhood are but as passing summer (3clouds showers3). Cissy (3Caffrey3) played with baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air, (3crying peep Peep she cried3) behind the hood of the pushcar and Edy asked where was Cissy gone and then Cissy popped up her head and (3said cried3) ah! (3(O, my! and, my word,3) didn't the little chap enjoy (3that) that!3) And then she (3bade him told him to3) say papa.
— Say papa, baby. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.
And baby did his level best to say it (3because for3) he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and he would certainly turn out to be something great, they said.
— (3Ja, ja, ja, ja Haja ja ja haja3).
Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit up properly and say (3pa, pa, pa. But pa pa pa butº3) when she undid the strap she cried out, holy saint Denis, that he was possing wet and to double the half blanket the other way under him. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and (3he let everyone know it:
— Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.3)
(3⇒3) (3it It3) was all no use (3soothering him with no, nono, baby, no and3) telling him about the geegee and where was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted(3,3) gave him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was quickly appeased.
Gerty wished to goodness they would take their
baby home out of that, no hour to be out, and the little brats of twins. She
gazed out towards the distant sea. It was like a
the evening and the clouds coming
out and the Bailey light on Howth
and to hear the music like that and the perfume (3they used of those incense they burned3) in the church. And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. Yes, it was her he was looking at(3,3) and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through, read her very soul. Wonderful eyes they were, superbly expressive, but could you trust them? She could see at once by his dark eyes that he was a foreigner but she could not see whether he had an aquiline nose from where he was sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the story of a haunting sorrow was written on his face. She would have given worlds to know what it was. He was looking up so (3intensely intently3), so still and he saw her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of (3her shoesº3) if she swung them like that thoughtfully. She was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was far away. Here was that of which she had so often dreamed. The heart of the girl-woman went out to him. If he had suffered, more sinned against than sinning, or even, even, if he had been himself a sinner, a wicked man, she cared not. There were wounds that wanted healing and she just yearned to know all, to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her, make him forget the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her gently, crushing her soft body to (3his him3), and love her for herself alone.
Refuge of sinners. Comfortress of the afflicted. Ora pro nobis. Well
has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy can never
be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the afflicted
because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart. Gerty could
picture the whole scene in the church, the stained glass windows lighted up, the
candles, the flowers and the blue banners of the blessed virgin's sodality
Conroy was helping (3canon Canon3) O'Hanlon at the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast down. He looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark and his hands were just like white wax. He told her that time when she told him about that (3at in3) confession(3,3) crimsoning up to the roots of her hair for fear he could see, (3that she was3) not to be troubled because that was only the voice of nature and we were all subject to nature's laws, he said, in this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said, and that (3our Our3) Blessed Lady herself said to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. He was so kind and holy and often and often she thought could she work an embroidered teacosy for him as a present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a canary that came out of a little house to tell the time the day she went there about the flowers for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to know what sort of a present to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place.
The little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. (3Common as ditchwater the little Little3) monkeys (3common as ditchwater3). Someone ought to take them and give them a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places the both of them. And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to come back because they were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned.
— Jacky! Tommy!
Not they! What a great notion they had! So Cissy said it was the very last
time she'd ever bring them out. She jumped up and called them and then she
ran down the slope past him, tossing
her3) her hair
her3) which had a good
enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the thingamerry she was
always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to grow long because it
wasn't natural so she could just go and throw her hat at it. She ran with
long gandery strides it was a wonder she didn't rip up her skirt at the
side that was too tight on her because there was a lot of the tomboy about Cissy
Caffrey whenever she thought she had a good opportunity to show off and just
because she was a good runner she ran like that so that he could see all the end
of her petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. It would
have served her just right if she had tripped up over something with her high
French heels on her to make her look tall and
got a fine tumble. That would have been a very charming exposé for a gentleman like that to witness.
Queen of angels, queen of patriarchs, queen of prophets, of all saints, they
prayed, queen of the most holy rosary and then Father Conroy handed the thurible
to Canon O'Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed the blessed
sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was itching to give
them a good clip on the ear but she didn't because she thought he might be
watching but she never made a bigger mistake in
her life because Gerty could see without looking that he never took his eyes off
of her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Father Conroy
and knelt down looking up at the blessed sacrament and the choir began to sing
Tantum ergo and she just swung her foot in and out in time to the
gosa cramen tum. Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in
Sparrow's of George's street on the Tuesday, no the Monday before
easter and there wasn't a brack on them and that was what he was looking
at, transparent, and not at her that had neither shape nor form because he had
eyes in his head to see the difference for himself.
Cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with her hat anyhow on her on one side after her run and she did look a streel tugging the two kids along with the blouse she bought only a fortnight before like a rag on her back. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to settle her hair and a (3a3) prettier, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a girl's shoulders(3,3) — a radiant little vision, in sooth, almost maddening in its sweetness. You would have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that. She could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve. She put on her hat so that she could see from underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath caught as she (3read caught3) the expression (3of in3) his eyes. He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey. Her woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose.
Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at Gerty, half
smiling, with her
like an old maid, pretending to
the baby. Irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why
no-one could get on with
poking her nose into what was no concern of hers. And she said to Gerty:
— A penny for your thoughts.
— What? laughed Gerty. I was only wondering was it late.
Because she wished (3to goodness3) they'd take the snottynosed twins and (3the babby their babyº3) home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a gentle hint about it being late. And when Cissy came up Edy asked her the time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half past kissing time, time to kiss again. But Edy wanted to know because they were told to be in early.
— Wait, said Cissy, I'll ask (3my3) uncle Peter over there what's the time by his conundrum.
So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his hand
out of his pocket, getting nervous, and beginning to play
with his watchchain, looking (3up3) at the church. Passionate nature though he was Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself. One moment he had been there(3,3) fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze, (3the passion seething in his veins3) and the next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every line of his (3distinguished looking distinguishedlooking3) figure.
Cissy said to excuse her would he mind (3please3) telling her what was the right time and Gerty could see him taking out his watch (3and3) listening (3to it3) and looking up (3and looking at it:3) and he said he was very sorry his watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the sun was set. His voice had a cultured ring in it and there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones. Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said his waterworks were out of order.
Then they sang the second verse of the Tantum ergo and Canon
O'Hanlon got up again and censed the blessed sacrament and knelt down and
he told Father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire to the
flowers and Father Conroy got up and settled it all right and she could see the
gentleman winding his watch and listening to the
she swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he could
see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch or whatever he
was doing to it and then he put it back
his hands back into his
pockets3). She felt a
kind of a sensation rushing all over her and she knew by the feel of her scalp
and that irritation against her stays that that thing
be3) coming on because
the last time
when she clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes fixed themselves
on her again, drinking in her every contour,
literally worshipping at her shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face. It is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, and you know it.
Edy began to get ready to go and she noticed that
little hint she gave had
the desired effect because it was a long way along the strand to where there was
the place to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and
hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy and Cissy were talking about the time all the time and asking her but Gerty could pay them back in their own coin and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her over. Gerty winced sharply. A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that spoke of scorn immeasurable. It hurt — O yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own quiet way of saying things (3like3) that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she was. Gerty's lips parted swiftly but she fought back the sob that rose to her throat, so slim, so flawless(3,3) so beautifully (3modelled moulded3) it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of. She had loved him better than he knew. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see.
— O, she laughed, and the proud head flashed up. I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year.
Her words rang out
more musical than the cooing of the ringdove but they cut the silence icily.
There was that in her young voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly
trifled with. Miss Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty
could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering
rage because that shaft had struck home and they both knew that she was
something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was
not of them and never would be and there
was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.
Edy straightened up baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy tucked in the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too because the sandman was on his way for (3master Master3) Boardman junior(3. And and3) Cissy (3Caffrey3) told him too that (3billy winks Billy Winks3) was coming and that baby was to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of his gleeful eyes(3,3) and Cissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to his brand new dribbling bib.
— O my! (3puddeny Puddenyº3) pie! protested Ciss.
The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two (3two twosº3) she set that little matter to rights.
Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it off by saying that that was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father Conroy put round him round his shoulders giving them the benediction with the blessed sacrament in his hands.
How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight, the last glimpse of
Erin, the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same time a bat flew
forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk, hither, thither, with a tiny lost
cry. And she could see far away the lights of the lighthouses and soon the
lamplighter would be going his rounds lighting the lamp near her window where
Reggy Wylie used to turn the bicycle like she read in that book The
Lamplighter by Miss
author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. For Gerty had her dreams that
no-one knew of. She loved to read poetry
when3) she got
a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that lovely confession
album with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilet-table(3,3) which, though it did not err on the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean. It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the tortoiseshell combs, her child of Mary badge, the whiterose scent, the (3eyebrowline eyebrowleine3), her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought in Wisdom Hely's
for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express herself like that (3poetry poem3) she had copied out of the newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs. Art thou real, my ideal? it was called by Louis J (3Walsh Walshe3), Magherafelt, and after there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever? and often the beauty of poetry, so sad in its transient loveliness had misted her eyes with silent tears (3for she felt3) that the years were slipping by for her, one by one, and but for that one shortcoming she knew she need fear no (3comparisons competition3) and that was (3anº3) accident coming down the hill and she always tried to conceal it. But it must end, she felt. If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding back for her. Love laughs at locksmiths. She would make the great sacrifice. Dearer than the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness. There was the (3all important allimportant3) question and she was dying to know was he a married man or a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the nobleman with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put into a madhouse, cruel only to be kind. But even if — what then? Would it make a very great difference(3.?3) From everything in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. She loathed that sort of person, the fallen women off the accomodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the soldiers and coarse men, degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station. No, no: not that. They would be just good friends in spite of the conventions of society with a big ess. Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall. She thought she
understood. She would try to understand him because men were so different. The old love was waiting, waiting with little white hands stretched out, with blue appealing eyes. She would follow the dictates of her heart for love was the master guide. Nothing else mattered. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.
Canon O'Hanlon put the blessed sacrament back into the tabernacle and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and Edy asked was she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out:
— O, look, Cissy!
And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the
trees beside the church, blue and then green and purple.
— It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said.
And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church, helterskelter, Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall(3,3) running.
— Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It's the bazaar fireworks.
But Gerty was adamant. She had no intention of being at their beck and call.
If they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could see from
where she was. The eyes that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling. She
looked at him a moment, meeting his glance, and a light broke in upon her.
Whitehot passion was in that face, passion silent as the grave and it had made
her his. At last they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks
and she knew he could be trusted to the death, steadfast, a man of
to his fingertips. She leaned back far to
up where the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to
and there was no-one to see only him and her when she revealed all her graceful
beautifully shaped legs like that, supply
soft and delicately rounded, and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she knew (3too3) about the passion of men like that, hotblooded(3,3) because Bertha Supple told her once in secret about the gentleman lodger that was staying with them out of the record office that had pictures cut out of papers of (3those3) skirtdancers and she said he used to do something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed. But this was different from a thing like that (3because3) there was all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips. Besides there was absolution so long as you didn't do the other thing before being married and there ought to be women priests that would understand without telling out and Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too, my dear, and besides it was on account of that other thing coming on the way it did.
And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look, there was another and she leaned back and
the garters were blue to match on account of
the transparent and they all saw it and
to look, look, there it was and she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks
and something queer was flying
through the air, a soft thing, to and fro, dark. And she saw a long Roman candle going up over
the trees(3,3) up, up, and they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it, high, high, almost out of sight, and her face was suffused with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things too, nainsook knickers, four and eleven, on account of being white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then it went so high it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from being bent so far back that he could see high up above her knee where no-one ever and she wasn't ashamed (3and he wasn't either3) to look in that immodest
way like that because he couldn't resist the sight like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before (3men gentlemen3) looking and he (3wasn't either, kept on3) looking, looking. She would fain have cried to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to come, to feel his lips laid on her white brow. (3O!3) And then (3a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then3) (3suddenly it the Roman candle3) burst and it was like a sigh of O! and (3everybody everyone3) cried O! O! and it (3shot gushed3) out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they (3burst shed3) and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so lovely, O(3, so3) soft, sweet, soft!
Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. Ah! She glanced at him as she bent forward quickly, a glance of piteous protest, of shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl. He was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he) stands silent with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. What a brute he had been! At it again? A fair unsullied soul had called (3to him3) and, wretch that he was, how had he answered? (3What an An3) utter cad he had been! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and wandered. That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to know (3or tell3) save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell.
Cissy Caffrey whistled(3, imitating the boys in the football field to show what a great person she was:3) and (3then3) she (3called cried3):
— Gerty! Gerty! We're going. Come on. We can see from farther up.
Gerty had an idea. She
the wadding from slipped a hand
kerchief pocket and (3took out the wadding and3) waved in (3gay3) reply of course without letting him and then (3put slipped3) it back. Wonder if he's too far to. She rose. She had to go but they would meet again, there, and she would dream of (3it that3) till then, (3till they met3) tomorrow. She drew herself up to her full height. Their
souls met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart, full of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face. She half smiled at him, a sweet forgiving smile — and then they parted.
(3⇒3) Slowly(3,3) without looking back she went down the uneven strand to Cissy, to Edy, to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to little baby Boardman. It was darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and slippy seaweed. She walked with a certain quiet dignity (3characteristic of her3) but with care and (3very3) slowly because — because Gerty MacDowell was …
Tight boots(3.?3) (3No! She' lame. No. She's lame!3) O!
Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why
she's left on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was
wrong by the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. Glad I didn't know it when she
was on show. Hot little devil all the same. Near her monthlies, I
makes them feel ticklish. I have such a bad headache
Where did I put the
Yes, all right. All kinds of crazy longings. Girl in Tranquilla convent nun told
rock3) oil. Sister?
That's the moon. But then why don't all women menstruate at the same
time with the same
I mean. Depends on the time they were
I suppose. Anyhow I got the best of that. Made up for
tramdriver this morning. That gouger M'Coy stopping
to say nothing.
wife engagement in the country valise voice like a
for small mercies. Cheap too. Yours for the asking.
they want it themselves. Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices.
Catch em alive, O.3)
Pity they can't see themselves. A dream of
wellfilled hose. Where was that? Ah, yes. Mutoscope (3picture pictures in Capel street3): for men only. Peeping Tom. (3Willie's hat and what the girls did with it.3) Do they snapshot those girls or is it (3imagination of some fellow? all a
fake.3) Lingerie does it. Felt for the curves inside her deshabille. Excites (3themselves them also3) when they're. Molly (3too3). Why I bought her the violet garters. Say a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out. Pinned together. O(3,3) Mairy lost the pin of her. Dressed up to the nines for somebody. In no hurry either. Always off to a fellow when they are. Out on spec probably. They believe in chance because like themselves. And the others inclined to give her an odd dig. Mary and Martha. Girl friends at school, arms round each other's necks, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their rosaries going up and down, vindictive too for what they can't get. Barbed wire. Be sure now and write to me. And I'll write to you. Now won't you? Molly and Josie Powell. Then meet once in a blue moon. (3Tableau. Tableau.3) (3Look O, look3) who it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What have you been doing with yourself? Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to see you. Picking holes in each other's appearance. You're looking splendid. Wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt.
Devils they are when that's coming on them. Molly often told me feel
things a ton weight. Scratch the sole of my foot. O that way! O, that's
exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to rest once in a way. Wonder if it's bad to go with them then.
Safe in (3a one3) way. Something about withering plants I read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. All are. Daresay she felt I. When you feel like that you often meet what you feel. Liked me or what? Dress they look at. Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. Trousers? Suppose I when I was? No. Gently does it. Dislike rough and tumble. Kiss in the dark and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder (3why what3). Sooner have me as I am than some poet
(3chap3) with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. To aid gentleman in literary. Ought to attend to my appearance (3this my3) age. Didn't let her see me in profile. Still, you never know. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Beauty and the beast. Besides I can't be so if Molly. Took off her hat to show her hair. Wide brim(3. Bought bought3) to hide her face, meeting someone might know her, bend down(3,3) or carry a bunch of flowers (3to smell3). Hair (3smells strong3) in rut. Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we were on the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money(3?.3) Why not? All a prejudice. She's worth ten (3shillings3), (3more3) fifteen, (3more3) a pound. (3What? I think so. All that for nothing.3) Bold hand(3:.3) Mrs Marion. Did I forget to write address on that letter like the postcard I sent (3to3) Flynn. And the day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie. Wrangle with Molly it was put me off. No, I remember. Richie Goulding(3: he's. He's3) another. Weighs on his mind. Funny my watch stopped at half past four. Was that just when he, she?
O, he did(3!.3) Into her. She did(3!.3) Done.
Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little
limping devil. Begins to feel cold and clammy. After effect not pleasant. They
don't care. Complimented perhaps. Go home
and say night prayers with the kiddies. Well, aren't they?
I feel. The strength it gives a man. That's the secret of it. Good job I
behind the wall there
behind3) coming out of
Dignam's. Cider that was. Otherwise I couldn't have. Makes you want to
Suppose I spoke to her. What about? Bad plan however if you don't know how
to end the conversation. Ask them a question they ask you another. Good
if you're stuck.
you're in a cart. Wonderful of course if you say: good evening, and you see
she's on for it: good evening. Girl in Meath street that night. All the
dirty things I made her say.
3) Wish she
hadn't called me sir. O, her mouth in the dark!
a married man with a single girl. That's what they enjoy.
Taking a man from
French letter still in my pocketbook. But might happen sometime, I don't
All3) is prepared. I
dreamt. What? Worst is beginning. How they change the venue when it's not
Ask you do you like mushrooms because
once3) knew a
who. Yet if I went the whole hog, say: I want to, something like that. Because I
did. She too. Offend
Then3) make it up.
Pretend to want something
then3) cry off for her
sake. Flatters them. She must have been thinking of someone else all the time.
What harm? Must since she came to the use of reason, he, he and he. First kiss
does the trick. Something inside them goes pop. Mushy like, tell by their eye,
on the sly. First thoughts are best. Remember that till their dying day. Molly,
lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the
Moorish wall beside the gardens. Fifteen she told me. But her breasts were developed. Fell asleep then. After Glencree dinner that was when we drove home(3. Featherbed the featherbed3) mountain. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor had his eye on her too. Val Dillon. Apoplectic.
There she is with them down there for the fireworks. My fireworks. Up like a rocket (3and,3) down like a stick. And the children, twins they must be, waiting for something to happen. Want to be grownups. Dressing in mother's clothes. Time enough, understand all the ways of the world. And the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth. I knew she could whistle. Mouth made for that. Why (3some whores that highclassº whore in Jammet's3) (3wear veils to their noses wore her veil only to her nose3). Would you mind, please, telling me the right time? I'll tell you the (3right3) time (3in up3) a lane. Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning, cure for fat lips. Caressing the little boy too. Onlookers see most of the game. Of course they understand birds, (3animal animalsº3), babies. In their line.
Didn't look back when she was going down the strand. Wouldn't give
that satisfaction. Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside
Fine eyes she had, clear. It's the white of the eye brings that out not so
much the pupil. Did she know what I? Course. Like a cat sitting beyond a
dog's jump. Woman. Never meet one like that Wilkins in the high school
drawing a picture of Venus with all
belongings on show. Call that
Poor idiot! His wife
has her work cut out for her. Sharp as needles they are. When I said to Molly the man at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might like, twigged at once he had a false arm. Had(3,3) too. Where do they get that? Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I mean. Bred in the bone. Milly(3,3) for example(3,3) drying her handkerchief on the mirror to save the ironing. And when I sent (3herº3) for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's, by the way that ad I must, carrying home the change in her stocking(3!.º3) Clever little minx(3.!3) I never told her. Neat way she carries
parcels too. Attract men, small thing like that. Holding up her hand, shaking it, to let the blood flow back when it was red. Who did you learn that from? Nobody. Something the nurse taught me. O, don't they know? Five years old she was in front of Molly's (3dressing table, dressingtable3) just before we left Lombard street west. Me have a nice pace. Mullingar. Who knows? Ways of the world. Young student. Straight on her pins (3anyhow anyway3) not like the other. Still she was game. Lord, I am wet. Devil you are. Swell of her calf. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Not like that frump today. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Or the one in Grafton street. White. Wow! Beef to the heel.
A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads. And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky ran out to see and Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the rocks. Will she? Watch! Watch! See! Looked round. She smelt an onion. Darling, I saw(3,3) your. I saw all.
Did me good all the same. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. For this relief much thanks. In Hamlet, that is. Lord! It was all things combined. Excitement. When she leaned back(3,3) felt an ache at the butt of my tongue. Your head it simply (3swirls3). He's right. Might have made a worse fool of myself (3however3). Instead of talking about nothing. Then I will tell you all. Still it was a kind of language between us. It couldn't be? No(3.,3) Gerty they called her. Might be false name however like mine and the address Dolphin's barn a blind.
maiden name was Jemima Brown Her maiden
name was Jemimaº
(3⇒3) (3and she lived with her mother in Irishtown And she lived with her mother in Irishtown3).
Place made me think of
I suppose. All tarred with the same brush. Wiping pens in their stockings. But
the ball rolled down to her as if it understood. Every bullet has its billet.
Course I never could throw anything straight at school. Crooked as a ram's
horn. Sad however because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to
and fuller's earth for the baby when he does ah ah. No soft job. Saves them. Keeps them
out of harm's way. Nature. Washing child, washing corpse. Dignam. Children's hands always round them. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not even closed at first, sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds. Oughtn't to have given that child an empty teat to suck. Fill it up with wind. Mrs Beaufoy, Purefoy. Must call to the hospital. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. And Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that too, marriageable. Worst of all the night Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms. Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like a polecat. Have that in your nose all night, whiff of stale boose. Bad policy however to fault the husband. (3Chickens come home to roost.3) They stick by one another (3like glue3). Maybe the women's fault also. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. (3It's It is3) the blood of the south. Moorish. Also the form, the figure. Hands felt for the opulent. Just compare(3,3) for instance(3,3) those others. Wife locked up at home, skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my. Then they trot you out some kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what to call her (3always. Alwaysº3) see a fellow's weak point in his wife. Still(3,3) there's destiny in it(3:,3) falling in love. Have their own secrets between them. Chaps that would go the dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand. Then little chits of girls, height of a shilling in coppers, with little hubbies. As God made them (3he He3) matched them. Sometimes children turn out well enough. Twice nought makes one. This wet is very unpleasant.
Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket. Long and the
short of it. Very strange about my watch. Wonder is there any magnetic influence
between the person because that was about the time he. Yes, I suppose, at once.
the mice will play. I remember looking in Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism.
(3At the back Back3) of everything(3,3)
magnetism(3, attracting something3). Earth(3,3) for instance(3,3) pulling this and being pulled. That causes movement. And time(3, well? Well3) that's the time the movement takes. Then if one thing stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it's all arranged. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the sun, the stars. Little piece of steel iron. When you hold out the fork. Come. Come. Tip. Woman and man(3,3) that is. Fork and steel. Molly, he. Dress up and look and suggest and let you see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see that and legs, look, look and. Tip. Have to let fly.
(3⇒3) Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before third person. Molly, her underjaw stuck out, head back about the farmer in the ridingboots with the spurs. And when the painters were in Lombard street west. Smell that I did(3. Like, like3) flowers. It was too. Violets. Came from the turpentine probably in the paint. Make their own (3use3) of everything. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the floor so they wouldn't hear. But lots of them can't kick the beam, I think. Keep that thing up for hours. Kind of a general all round over me and half down my back.
Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That's her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I leave
you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow. What is it?
Heliotrope? No. Hyacinth? Hm. Roses, I think. She'd like scent of that
kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits
with a little jessamine mixed. Her high notes and her low notes. At the dance
night she met him, dance of the hours. Heat brought it out. She was wearing her
black and it had the perfume of the
Good conductor, is it? Or bad? Light too. Suppose there's some connection.
For instance if you go into a cellar where it's dark. Mysterious thing too.
Why did I smell it only now? Took its time
slow3) but sure.
Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains blown across. Yes, it is.
Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning, smell them leagues off.
Tell you what it is. It's like a fine fine veil or web they have
over the skin, fine like what do you call it gossamer and they're always spinning it out
of them, fine as anything, rainbow colours without knowing it. Clings to everything she takes off. Vamp of her stockings. Warm shoe. Stays. Drawers(3. Little: little3) kick(3,3) taking them off. (3By by Byby3) till next time. Also the cat likes to sniff in her shift on the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. Wonder where it is really(3?.3) There or the armpits or under the neck. Because
you get it out of all holes and corners. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Muskrat. Bag under their tails. Dogs at each other(3,3) behind. Good evening. (3Good evening Evening3). How do you sniff? Hm. Hm. Very well, thank you. Animals go by that. Yes now, look at it that way. We're the same. Some women(3, for3) instance(3,3) warn you off when they have (3that their period3). Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on. Like what? Potted herrings gone stale or. Boof! Please keep off the grass.
Perhaps they get a man smell off us. What though? Cigary gloves (3long Long3) John had on his desk the other (3day3). Breath? What you eat and drink gives that. No. Mansmell, I mean. Must be connected with that because priests that are supposed to (3be3) are different. Women (3run buzz3) round (3that it3) like flies round treacle. O(3,3) father, will you? Let me be the first to. That diffuses itself all through the body, permeates. Source of life. And it's extremely curious the smell. (3Celery sauce.3) Let me.
Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his waistcoat. Almonds(3? or.3) (3Or no, lemons is it? No. Lemons it is.3) Ah no, that's the soap.
O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something on my mind. (3I never Never3) went back and the soap not paid. Two and nine (3bad. Bad3) opinion of me he'll have. Call tomorrow. How much do I owe you? Three and nine? Two and nine, sir. Ah. Might stop him giving credit (3another time3). Lose your customers that (3ways wayº3). Pubs do. Fellows run up a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back streets (3in to some other place into somewhere else3).
passed before. Blown in from the bay. Just
went as far as turn back. Always at home at dinnertime. Looks mangled out: had a good tuck in. Enjoying nature now. Grace after meals. After supper walk a mile. Sure he has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. Walk after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today. That's the way to find out. Ask yourself who is he now. (3The Man on the Beach. The Man on the Beachº,3) (3Prize Story prize titbit story3) by Mr Leopold Bloom. Payment at the rate of one guinea per column. And that fellow today at the graveside in the (3brown3) mackintosh. Corns on his kismet however. Healthy perhaps absorb all the. Whistle brings rain they say. Must be some somewhere. Salt in the
Ormond damp. The body feels the atmosphere. Old Betty's joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about ships (3round the world around they fly3) in the twinkling. No(3, signs. Signs3) of rain it is. The royal reader. And distant hills seem coming nigh.
Howth. Bailey light. Two, four, six, eight, nine. See. People afraid of the dark. Also glowworms, cyclists: lighting up time. Jewels (3too,3) diamonds(3,3) flash better. (3Women.3) Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt you. Better now of course than long ago. Country roads. Run you through the small guts for nothing. Still two types there are you bob against. (3Excuse me.3) Scowl or smile. Not at all. Best time to spray (3flowers plants3) too in the shade after the sun. Were those nightclouds there all the time? Land of the setting sun this. Homerule sun setting in the northeast. My native land, goodnight.
Dew falling. Bad for you, dear, to sit on that stone. Brings on white fluxions. Might get piles myself. Sticks too like a summer cold, sore on the mouth. Friction of the position. Like to be that rock she sat on. Also the library today: those girl graduates(3: happy. Happy3) chairs under them. But it's the evening influence. They feel all that. Open like flowers (3too3), know their hours, (3sunflowers,3) Jerusalem artichokes, (3sunflowers,3) in ballrooms, (3chandeliers,3) avenues under the lamps. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed her shoulder. June that was too(3.3) I wooed. (3And now.3) The year returns. (3And now?3) Sad about her lame of course but must be on your guard not to feel too much pity. They take advantage.
All quiet on Howth now. The distant hills seem. Where we. The rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums and I the leavings. All that old hill has seen. Names change(3. That's: that's3) all. Lovers(3. Yum: yum3) yum.
Tired I feel now. Drained all the manhood out of me, little wretch. She
youth.3) Never again.
youth.3) Only once it comes.
Or hers. Take the train there tomorrow. No. Returning not the same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. (3Is there any? Nothing new under the sun.3) Care of P.O. Dolphin's barn. Are you not happy in your? Naughty darling. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Mat Dillon and his bevy of daughters (3were there,:3) Tiny, Atty, Floey, Sara. Molly too. Eightyseven that was. Year before we. And the old major(3,3) partial to his drop of spirits. Curious she an only child, I an only child. (3Now So3) it returns. (3Dolphin's barn.3) Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. And just when (3she he3) and (3he she3). Circus horse walking in a ring. Rip van Winkle we played. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat. Van: breadvan delivering. Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. She leaned on the sideboard watching. Moorish eyes. Twenty years asleep. All changed. Forgotten. The young are old (3now3). His gun rusty from the dew.
Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I'm
a tree, so blind. Metempsychosis. They believed you could be changed into (3one a tree3) from grief. Weeping willow. Ba. There he goes. Funny little beggar. Wonder where he lives. Belfry up there(3.3) Very likely. Hanging by the heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him out, I suppose. Mass seems to be over. Yes, there's the light in the priest's house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake in the valuation when I was in Thom's. Twentyeight it is. Two houses they have. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Ba. Again. Wonder why they come out at night like mice. They're a mixed breed. Birds are like hopping mice. What frightens them, light or noise? Better sit still. All instinct like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny hands. Weeny bones. Almost see them shimmering, kind of a bluey white. Colours depend on the light you see. Instance, that cat this morning on the staircase(3.3) (3colour Colour3) of brown turf. Howth a while ago amethyst. Glass flashing. That's how that wise man what's his name with the burning glass. Then the heather goes on fire. It can't be tourists' matches. What? Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the
wind and light.
Ba. Who knows what they're always flying for.
bee last week got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Birds
Or3) what they
say. Like our small talk. And says
Nerve they have to fly over the ocean and back. Lots must be killed in storms,
telegraph wires. Dreadful life sailors have too. Big brutes of steamers
floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows.
a ballagh! Faugh a
Out of that, bloody curse to you(3!.3) (3Other, Othersº3) in vessels, bit of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy winds do blow. Married too. Sometimes away for years at the ends of the earth somewhere. No ends really because it's round. Wife in every port they say. She has a good job if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. If ever he does. Smelling the tail end of ports. How can they like the sea? Yet they do. The anchor's weighed. Off he sails with a scapular or a medal on him for luck. Well(3.?3) And the tephilim poor papa's father had on his door to touch. That brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage. Something in all those superstitions because when you go out never know what dangers. Hanging on to a plank for grim life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and that's the last of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him(3.3) Do fish (3ever3) get seasick?
Then you have a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker(3, moon. Moon3) looking down (3so peaceful3). Not my fault, old cockalorum.
A lost long candle wandered up the sky from Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for
Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and shed a cluster of violet but one
white stars. They floated, fell: they faded. And among the elms a hoisted
lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace. By the screens of lighted
windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening
Telegraph, extra edition. Result of the Gold Cup races: and from the door of
Dignam's house a boy ran out and called. Twittering the bat flew here, flew
there. Far out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Howth settled for
slumber, tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons (he was old) and felt
gladly the night breeze (3lift,º3) ruffle his many ferns. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom.
Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the same spot. Irish Lights board. Penance for their sins. Day we went out in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Bears in the zoo. Filthy trip. Drunkards out to shake up their livers. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. And the women, fear of God in their faces. Milly, no sign of funk. Her blue scarf loose, laughing. Don't know what death is at that age. And then their stomachs clean. But being lost they fear. When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. I didn't want to. Mamma! Mamma! Frightening them with masks too. Poor kids(3!.3) Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. Calomel purge I got (3her3) for that. After getting better(3,3) asleep with Molly. Very same teeth she has. What do they love? Another themselves? But the morning she chased her with the umbrella. Perhaps so as not to hurt. I felt her pulse. Ticking. Little hand it was: now big. Dearest Papli. All that the hand says when you touch. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Her first stays I remember. Made me laugh to see. Little paps to begin with. Left one is more sensitive, I think. Mine too. Nearer the heart(3?.3) Her growing pains at night, calling, wakening me. Frightened she was when (3that,3) her nature(3,3) came on her first. Poor child! Strange moment for the mother too(3!.3) Brings back her girlhood. Gibraltar. Looking from Buena Vista. O'Hara's tower. The seabirds screaming. Old (3barbary Barbaryº3) ape that gobbled all his family. Sundown, gunfire(3,3) for the men to cross the lines. Looking out over the sea she told me. Evening like this, but clear, no clouds. I always thought I'd marry a lord or a gentleman (3coming3) with a private yacht. (3Bueñas noches, señorita. El hombre ama la muchacha hormosa Buenas noches, señorita. El hombre ama la muchachaº hormosa3). Why me? Because you (3looked were3) so foreign from the others.
Better not stick here all night like an oyster. This weather makes you dull.
Must be getting on for nine by the light. Go home. Too late for Leah.
Lily of Killarney. No. Might be still up. Call to the hospital
to see. Hope she's over. Long day I've had. Martha, the bath, funeral, house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Got my own back there. Drunken ranters. Ought to go home and laugh at themselves. Always want to be swilling in company. Afraid to be alone like a child of two. Suppose he hit me. Look at it other way round. Not so bad then. Perhaps not to hurt he meant. Three cheers for Israel. Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three fangs in her mouth. (3An extremely Extremely3) nice cup of tea. Imagine that in the early morning. (3Every one Everyone3) to his taste as (3Maurice Morris3) said when he kissed the cow. But Dignam's put the boots on it. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Anyhow she wants the money. Must call to the Scottish Widows as I promised. Strange name. Takes it for granted we're going to pop off first. That widow on Monday was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably. Well? What do you expect her to do? Must wheedle her way along. Widower I hate to see. Looks so forlorn. Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. The sewage. Hopeless. Some good motherly woman take him in tow, platter face and a large apron. See him sometimes walking about(3,3) trying to find out who played the trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also a shop often noticed. Curse seems to dog it. Dreamt last night? Wait. Something confused. She had red slippers on. Turkish. Wore the breeches. Suppose she does(3?.3) Would I like her in pyjamas(3.?3) Damned hard to answer. Nannetti's gone. Mailboat. Near Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. Work Hynes and Crawford. Petticoats for Molly. She has something to put in them. What's that? Might be money.
Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the (3sand strand3). He brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read. Better go. Better. I'm tired to move. Page of an old copybook. Never know what you find. Bottle with story of a treasure in it(3,3) thrown from a wreck. Parcels post. Children always want to throw things in the sea. Trust? Bread cast on the waters. What's this? Bit of stick.
O! Exhausted that
female has me.
young now.3) Will she come here tomorrow? Will I?
Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand (3near at3) his foot. Write a message (3here3) for her. Might remain. What?
Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Tide comes here(3. Saw3) a pool near her (3shoes foot3). O, those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the meaning of that other world. I called you naughty (3darling boy3) because I do not like.
No room. Let it go.
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here. Except Guinness's barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by design.
He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now(3,3) if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't. Chance(3?.3) We'll never meet again. But it was lovely. Goodbye, dear. Made me (3fear feelº3) so young.
Short snooze now if I had. And
can do the other. Did too. And Belfast. I won't go. Let him. Just close my
eyes a moment. Won't
though. Bat again. No harm in him. Just a few.
O sweety(3. All all3) your little white up I saw(3. Dirty girl. dirty girl3) (3Made made3) me do love sticky(3.3) we two naughty darling she him half past the bed met him pike (3hose hosesº3) frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes (3Mulvey3) (3breasts3) plump (3bubsº3) me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years (3of3) dreams return tail end Agendath(3, sweety lovey3) showed me her(3,3) next year in(3,3) drawers(3,3) return(3,3) next in(3,3) her(3,3) next(3,3) her(3,3) next.
A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom with open mouth, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned (3and,3) breathed. Just for a few(3 ….3)
The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest's house cooed where Canon
O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking
tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about
(3because Because3) it was a bird that came out of its little house to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time (3that3) she was there because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that, was Gerty MacDowell, and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was sitting on the rocks looking was