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           AndevenscrapinguptheearthatnightwithalanternlikethatcaseIreadoftogetatfreshburiedfemalesorevenputrefiedwithrunninggravesores.Giveyouthecreepsafterabit.Iwillappeartoyouafterdeath.Youwillseemyghostafterdeath.Myghostwillhauntyouafterdeath.Thereisanotherworldafterdeathnamedhell.Idonotlikethatotherworldshewrote.NomoredoI.Plentytoseeandhearandfeelyet.Feellivewarmbeingsnearyou.Letthemsleepintheirmaggotybeds.Theyarenotgoingtogetmethisinnings.Warmbeds:warmfullbloodedlife.

           MartinCunninghamemergedfromasidepath,talkinggravely.

           Solicitor,Ithink.Iknowhisface.Menton,JohnHenry,solicitor,commissionerforoathsandaffidavits.Dignamusedtobeinhisoffice.MatDillon’slongago.JollyMat.Convivialevenings.Coldfowl,cigars,theTantalusglasses.Heartofgoldreally.Yes,Menton.GothisragoutthateveningonthebowlinggreenbecauseIsailedinsidehim.Pureflukeofmine:thebias.Whyhetooksucharooteddisliketome.Hateatfirstsight.MollyandFloeyDillonlinkedunderthelilactree,laughing.Fellowalwayslikethat,mortifiedifwomenareby.

           Gotadingeinthesideofhishat.Carriageprobably.

           —Excuseme,sir,MrBloomsaidbesidethem.

           Theystopped.

           —Yourhatisalittlecrushed,MrBloomsaidpointing.

           JohnHenryMentonstaredathimforaninstantwithoutmoving.

           —There,MartinCunninghamhelped,pointingalso.

           JohnHenryMentontookoffhishat,bulgedoutthedingeandsmoothedthenapwithcareonhiscoatsleeve.Heclappedthehatonhisheadagain