yes
I
think
he
made
them
a
bit
firmer sucking
them
like
that
so
long
he
made
me
thirsty
titties
he
calls
them
I had
to
laugh
yes
this
one
anyhow
stiff the nipple gets
for
the
least
thing
Ill
get
him
to
keep
that
up
and
Ill
take
those
eggs beaten
up
with
marsala fatten
them
out
for
him
what
are
all
those
veins
and
things
curious
the
way
its
made
2 the
same
in
case
of
twins theyre supposed
to
represent
beauty
placed
up
there
like
those
statues
in
the
museum
one
of
them
pretending
to
hide
it
with
her
hand
are
they
so
beautiful
of
course
compared
with
what
a
man
looks
like
with
his
two
bags
full
and
his
other
thing
hanging
down
out
of
him
or
sticking
up
at
you
like
a
hatrack no
wonder
they
hide
it
with
a
cabbageleaf
that
disgusting Cameron highlander
behind
the
meat
market
or
that
other
wretch
with
the
red
head
behind
the tree
where
the
statue
of
the
fish
used
to
be
when
I
was
passing pretending
he
was
pissing standing
out
for
me
to
see
it
with
his
babyclothes
up
to
one
side
the Queens
own
they
were
a
nice
lot
its
well
the Surreys relieved
them
theyre
always
trying
to
show
it
to
you
every
time
nearly I passed outside the
mens
greenhouse
near
the Harcourt
street
station
just
to
try
some
fellow
or
other
trying
to
catch
my
eye
as
if
it
was
I
of
the 7 wonders
of
the
world
O
and
the stink
of
those
rotten
places the
night
coming
home
with
Poldy
after
the Comerfords
party
oranges
and
lemonade
to
make
you
feel
nice
and
watery
I went
into
r
of
them
it
was
so
biting cold I couldnt
keep
it
when
was
that
93 the
canal
was
frozen
yes
it
was
a
few
months
after
a
pity
a
couple
of
the Camerons werent there
to
see
me
squatting
in
the
mens
place
meadero I tried
to
draw
a
picture
of
it
before I tore
it
up
like
a
sausage
or
something
I
wonder
theyre not
afraid
going
about
of
getting
a
kick
or
a
bang
of
something
there the
woman
is
beauty
of
course
thats admitted
when
he
said I
could
pose
for
a
picture
naked
to
some
rich
fellow
in
Holles
street
when
he
lost the job
in
Helys
and
I
was
selling the
clothes
and
strumming
in
the
coffee
palace
would I
be
like
that
bath
of
the
nymph
with
my
hair
down
yes
only
shes younger
or
Im
a
little
like
that
dirty
bitch
in
that
Spanish photo
he
has nymphs used
they
go
about
like
that
I asked
him
about
her
and
that
word
met
something
with
hoses
in
it
and
he
came
out
with
some
jawbreakers
about
the
incarnation
he
never
can
explain
a
thing
simply the
way
a
body
can
understand
then
he
goes
and
burns the bottom
out
of
the
pan
all
for
his
Kidney
this
one
not
so
much
theres the
mark
of
his
teeth
still
where
he
tried
to
bite
the nipple I had
to
scream
out
arent
they
fearful trying
to
hurt
you
I had
a
great
breast
of
milk
with
Milly
enough
for
two
what
was
the
reason
of
that
he
said I
could
have
got
a
pound
a
week
as
a
wet
nurse
all swelled
out
the
morning
that
delicate
looking
student
that
stopped
in
no 28
with
the Citrons Penrose nearly caught
me
washing
through the
window
only
for
I snapped
up
the
towel
to
my face
that
was
his
studenting hurt
me
they
used
to
weaning her
till
he
got doctor Brady
to
give
me
the
belladonna
prescription
I had
to
get
him
to
suck
them
they
were
so
hard
he
said
it
was
sweeter
and
thicker
than
cows
then
he
wanted
to
milk
me
into
the
tea
well
hes
beyond
everything I
declare
somebody
ought
to
put
him
in
the budget
if
I
only
could
remember
the I half
of
the things
and
write
a
book
out
of
it
the
works
of
Master
Poldy
yes
and
its
so
much
smoother the skin
much
an
hour
he
was
at
them
Im
sure
by
the clock
like
some
kind
of
a
big
infant
I had
at
me
they
want
everything
in
their
mouth
all the pleasure
those
men
get
out
of
a
woman
I
can
feel
his
mouth
O Lord I
must
stretch
myself
I wished
he
was
here
or
somebody
to
let
myself
go
with
and
come
again
like
that
I feel all
fire
inside
me
or
if
I
could
dream
it
when
he
made
me
spend
the 2nd
time
tickling
me
behind
with
his
finger
I
was
coming
for
about
5
minutes
with
my legs round
him
I had
to
hug
him
after
O Lord I wanted
to
shout
out
all sorts
of
things
fuck
or
shit
or
anything
at
all
only
not
to
look
ugly
or
those
lines
from
the strain
who
knows the
way
hed
take
it
you
want
to
feel your
way
with
a
man
theyre not all
like
him
thank
God
some
of
them
want
you
to
be
so
nice
about
it
I noticed the contrast
he
does
it
and
doesnt talk I gave my eyes
that
look
with
my
hair
a
bit
loose
from
the tumbling
and
my tongue
between
my lips
up
to
him
the savage brute Thursday Friday
one
Saturday
two
Sunday
three
O Lord I
cant
wait
till
Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng
train
somewhere
whistling
the
strength
those
engines
have
in
them
like
big
giants
and
the
water
rolling all
over
and
out
of
them
all sides
like
the
end
of
Loves
old
sweeeetsonnnng the
poor
men
that
have
to
be
out
all the
night
from
their
wives
and
families
in
those
roasting engines stifling
it
was
today
Im
glad
I burned the half
of
those
old
Freemans
and
Photo Bits leaving things
like
that
lying
about
hes getting
very
careless
and
threw the
rest
of
them
up
in
the W C 111
get
him
to
cut
them
tomorrow
for
me
instead
of
having
them
there
for
the
next
year
to
get
a
few
pence
for
them
have
him
asking wheres
last
Januarys paper
and
all
those
old
overcoats I bundled
out
of
the
hall
making the
place
hotter
than
it
is
that
rain
was
lovely
and
refreshing
just
after
my
beauty
sleep
I
thought
it
was
going
to
get
like
Gibraltar my
goodness
the
heat
there before the levanter came
on
black
as
night
and
the
glare
of
the rock standing
up
in
it
like
a
big
giant
compared
with
their
3 Rock
mountain
they
think
is
so
great
with
the
red
sentries here
and
there the poplars
and
they
all whitehot
and
the
smell
of
the
rainwater
in
those
tanks watching the
sun
all the
time
weltering
down
on
you
faded all
that
lovely
frock
fathers
friend
Mrs Stanhope sent
me
from
the B Marche paris
what
a
shame
my dearest Doggerina
she
wrote
on
it
she
was
very
nice
whats
this
her
other
name
was
just
a
p c
to
tell
you
I sent the
little
present
have
just
had
a
jolly
warm
bath
and
feel
a
very
clean
dog
now
enjoyed
it
wogger
she
called
him
wogger wd
give
anything
to
be
back
in
Gib
and
hear
you
sing Waiting
and
in
old
Madrid Concone
is
the
name
of
those
exercises
he
bought
me
one
of
those
new
some
word
I couldnt
make
out
shawls amusing things but
tear
for
the
least
thing
still
there
lovely
I
think
dont
you
will
always
think
of
the
lovely
teas
we
had
together
scrumptious
currant
scones
and
raspberry
wafers I
adore
well
now
dearest Doggerina
be
sure
and
write
soon
kind
she
left
out
regards
to
your father
also
captain
Grove
with
love
yrs affly Hester x x x x x
she
didnt
look
a
bit
married
just
like
a
girl
he
was
years older
than
her wogger
he
was
awfully
fond
of
me
when
he
held
down
the wire
with
his
foot
for
me
to
step
over
at
the bullfight
at
La Linea
when
that
matador
Gomez
was
given
the bulls
ear
these
clothes
we
have
to
wear
whoever
invented
them
expecting
you
to
walk
up
Killiney
hill
then
for
example
at
that
picnic all staysed
up
you
cant
do
a
blessed
thing
in
them
in
a
crowd
run
or
jump
out
of
the
way
thats
why
I
was
afraid
when
that
other
ferocious
old
Bull
began
to
charge
the banderilleros
with
the sashes
and
the 2 things
in
their
hats
and
the brutes
of
men shouting bravo
toro
sure
the women
were
as
bad
in
their
nice
white
mantillas ripping all the
whole
insides
out
of
those
poor
horses I
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
in
all my
life
yes
he
used
to
break
his
heart
at
me
taking
off
the
dog
barking
in
bell
lane
poor
brute
and
it
sick
what
became
of
them
ever
I
suppose
theyre
dead
long
ago
the 2
of
them
its
like
all through
a
mist
makes
you
feel
so
old
I
made
the scones
of
course
I had everything all
to
myself
then
a
girl
Hester
we
used
to
compare
our
hair
mine
was
thicker
than
hers
she
showed
me
how
to
settle
it
at
the
back
when
I
put
it
up
and
whats
this
else
how
to
make
a
knot
on
a
thread
with
the
one
hand
we
were
like
cousins
what
age
was
I
then
the
night
of
the
storm
I slept
in
her
bed
she
had her arms round
me
then
we
were
fighting
in
the
morning
with
the
pillow
what
fun
he
was
watching
me
whenever
he
got an
opportunity
at
the
band
on
the Alameda
esplanade
when
I
was
with
father
and
captain
Grove
I looked
up
at
the church first
and
then
at
the windows
then
down
and
our
eyes met I felt
something
go
through
me
like
all needles my eyes
were
dancing I
remember
after
when
I looked
at
myself
in
the glass
hardly
recognised
myself
the
change
he
was
attractive
to
a
girl
in
spite
of
his
being
a
little
bald
intelligent
looking disappointed
and
gay
at
the
same
time
he
was
like
Thomas
in
the
shadow
of
Ashlydyat I had
a
splendid
skin
from
the
sun
and
the excitement
like
a
rose
I didnt
get
a
wink
of
sleep
it
wouldnt
have
been
nice
on
account
of
her but I
could
have
stopped
it
in
time
she
gave
me
the Moonstone
to
read
that
was
the first I read
of
Wilkie Collins East Lynne I read
and
the
shadow
of
Ashlydyat Mrs Henry
Wood
Henry Dunbar
by
that
other
woman
I lent
him
afterwards
with
Mulveys photo
in
it
so
as
he
see
I wasnt without
and
Lord Lytton Eugene Aram
Molly
bawn
she
gave
me
by
Mrs Hungerford
on
account
of
the
name
I dont
like
books
with
a
Molly
in
them
like
that
one
he
brought
me
about
the
one
from
Flanders
a
whore
always
shoplifting
anything
she
could
cloth
and
stuff
and
yards
of
it
O
this
blanket
is
too
heavy
on
me
thats
better
I havent
even
one
decent
nightdress
this
thing
gets all rolled under
me
besides
him
and
his
fooling thats
better
I used
to
be
weltering
then
in
the
heat
my
shift
drenched
with
the
sweat
stuck
in
the cheeks
of
my bottom
on
the chair
when
I stood
up
they
were
so
fattish
and
firm
when
I got
up
on
the
sofa
cushions
to
see
with
my
clothes
up
and
the bugs tons
of
them
at
night
and
the
mosquito
nets I couldnt read
a
line Lord
how
long
ago
it
seems centuries
of
course
they
never
came
back
and
she
didnt
put
her
address
right
on
it
either
she
may
have
noticed her wogger
people
were
always
going
away
and
we
never
I
remember
that
day
with
the waves
and
the boats
with
their
high heads rocking
and
the
smell
of
ship
those
Officers uniforms
on
shore
leave
made
me
seasick
he
didnt
say
anything
he
was
very
serious
I had the high buttoned boots
on
and
my
skirt
was
blowing
she
kissed
me
six
or
seven
times didnt I
cry
yes
I
believe
I
did
or
near
it
my lips
were
taittering
when
I said goodbye
she
had
a
Gorgeous
wrap
of
some
special
kind
of
blue colour
on
her
for
the
voyage
made
very
peculiarly
to
one
side
like
and
it
was
extremely pretty
it
got
as
dull
as
the
devil
after
they
went I
was
almost
planning
to
run
away
mad
out
of
it
somewhere
were
never
easy
where
we
are
father
or
aunt
or
marriage
waiting
always
waiting
to
guiiiide
him
toooo
me
waiting
nor
speeeed
his
flying
feet
their
damn
guns bursting
and
booming all
over
the shop especially the Queens
birthday
and
throwing everything
down
in
all directions
if
you
didnt
open
the windows
when
general
Ulysses
Grant
whoever
he
was
or
did
supposed
to
be
some
great
fellow
landed
off
the
ship
and
old
Sprague the
consul
that
was
there
from
before the flood dressed
up
poor
man
and
he
in
mourning
for
the
son
then
the
same
old
bugles
for
reveille
in
the
morning
and
drums rolling
and
the unfortunate
poor
devils
of
soldiers walking
about
with
messtins smelling the
place
more
than
the
old
longbearded jews
in
their
jellibees
and
levites
assembly
and
sound
clear
and
gunfire
for
the men
to
cross
the lines
and
the
warden
marching
with
his
keys
to
lock
the gates
and
the bagpipes
and
only
captain Groves
and
father talking
about
Rorkes
drift
and
Plevna
and
sir
Garnet
Wolseley
and
Gordon
at
Khartoum
lighting
their
pipes
for
them
everytime
they
went
out
drunken
old
devil
with
his
grog
on
the windowsill
catch
him
leaving
any
of
it
picking
his
nose
trying
to
think
of
some
other
dirty
story
to
tell
up
in
a
corner
but
he
never
forgot
himself
when
I
was
there sending
me
out
of
the
room
on
some
blind
excuse
paying
his
compliments the Bushmills whisky talking
of
course
but hed
do
the
same
to
the
next
woman
that
came
along
I
suppose
he
died
of
galloping
drink
ages
ago
the days
like
years not
a
letter
from
a
living
soul
except
the
odd
few
I
posted
to
myself
with
bits
of
paper
in
them
so
bored sometimes I
could
fight
with
my nails listening
to
that
old
Arab
with
the
one
eye
and
his
heass
of
an
instrument
singing
his
heah heah aheah all my compriments
on
your hotchapotch
of
your heass
as
bad
as
now
with
the hands hanging
off
me
looking
out
of
the
window
if
there
was
a
nice
fellow
even
in
the
opposite
house
that
medical
in
Holles
street
the
nurse
was
after
when
I
put
on
my gloves
and
hat
at
the
window
to
show
I
was
going
out
not
a
notion
what
I meant arent
they
thick
never
understand
what
you
say
even
youd
want
to
print
it
up
on
a
big
poster
for
them
not
even
if
you
shake
hands
twice
with
the
left
he
didnt
recognise
me
either
when
I half frowned
at
him
outside Westland
row
chapel
where
does
their
great
intelligence
come
in
Id
like
to
know
grey
matter
they
have
it
all
in
their
tail
if
you
ask
me
those
country
gougers
up
in
the
City
Arms
intelligence
they
had
a
damn
sight less
than
the bulls
and
cows
they
were
selling the
meat
and
the coalmans bell
that
noisy bugger trying
to
swindle
me
with
the
wrong
bill
he
took
out
of
his
hat
what
a
pair
of
paws
and
pots
and
pans
and
kettles
to
mend
any
broken
bottles
for
a
poor
man
today
and
no visitors
or
post
ever
except
his
cheques
or
some
advertisement
like
that
wonderworker
they
sent
him
addressed
dear
Madam
only
his
letter
and
the
card
from
Milly
this
morning
see
she
wrote
a
letter
to
him
who
did
I
get
the
last
letter
from
O Mrs Dwenn
now
what
possessed her
to
write
from
Canada
after
so
many
years
to
know
the
recipe
I had
for
pisto madrileno Floey Dillon
since
she
wrote
to
say
she
was
married
to
a
very
rich
architect
if
Im
to
believe
all I
hear
with
a
villa
and
eight
rooms her father
was
an awfully
nice
man
he
was
near
seventy
always
goodhumoured
well
now
Miss
Tweedy
or
Miss
Gillespie theres the piannyer
that
was
a
solid
silver
coffee
service
he
had
too
on
the
mahogany
sideboard
then
dying
so
far
away
I
hate
people
that
have
always
their
poor
story
to
tell
everybody has
their
own
troubles
that
poor
Nancy Blake died
a
month
ago
of
acute
neumonia
well
I didnt
know
her
so
well
as
all
that
she
was
Floeys
friend
more
than
mine
poor
Nancy its
a
bother
having
to
answer
he
always
tells
me
the
wrong
things
and
no stops
to
say
like
making
a
speech
your
sad
bereavement symphathy I
always
make
that
mistake
and
newphew
with
2
double
yous
in
I
hope
hell
write
me
a
longer
letter
the
next
time
if
its
a
thing
he
really likes
me
O
thanks
be
to
the
great
God
I got somebody
to
give
me
what
I badly wanted
to
put
some
heart
up
into
me
youve no chances
at
all
in
this
place
like
you
used
long
ago
I
wish
somebody would
write
me
a
loveletter
his
wasnt
much
and
I told
him
he
could
write
what
he
liked yours
ever
Hugh Boylan
in
old
Madrid
stuff
silly
women
believe
love
is
sighing I
am
dying
still
if
he
wrote
it
I
suppose
thered
be
some
truth
in
it
true
or
no
it
fills
up
your
whole
day
and
life
always
something
to
think
about
every
moment
and
see
it
all round
you
like
a
new
world
I
could
write
the
answer
in
bed
to
let
him
imagine
me
short
just
a
few
words not
those
long
crossed letters Atty Dillon used
to
write
to
the
fellow
that
was
something
in
the four courts
that
jilted her
after
out
of
the ladies letterwriter
when
I told her
to
say
a
few
simple
words
he
could
twist
how
he
liked not acting
with
precipat precip itancy
with
equal
candour
the greatest
earthly
happiness
answer
to
a
gentlemans proposal affirmatively my
goodness
theres
nothing
else
its all
very
fine
for
them
but
as
for
being
a
woman
as
soon
as
youre
old
they
might
as
well
throw
you
out
in
the bottom
of
the ashpit. Mulveys
was
the first
when
I
was
in
bed
that
morning
and
Mrs Rubio brought
it
in
with
the
coffee
she
stood there standing
when
I asked her
to
hand
me
and
I pointing
at
them
I couldnt
think
of
the
word
a
hairpin
to
open
it
with
ah horquilla disobliging
old
thing
and
it
staring her
in
the face
with
her switch
of
false
hair
on
her
and
vain
about
her
appearance
ugly
as
she
was
near
80
or
a
loo
her face
a
mass
of
wrinkles
with
all her
religion
domineering
because
she
never
could
get
over
the Atlantic
fleet
coming
in
half the ships
of
the
world
and
the Union
Jack
flying
with
all her carabineros
because
4
drunken
English sailors took all the rock
from
them
and
because
I didnt
run
into
mass
often
enough
in
Santa Maria
to
please
her
with
her
shawl
up
on
her
except
when
there
was
a
marriage
on
with
all her miracles
of
the saints
and
her
black
blessed
virgin
with
the
silver
dress
and
the
sun
dancing 3 times
on
Easter Sunday
morning
and
when
the
priest
was
going
by
with
the bell bringing the vatican
to
the dying
blessing
herself
for
his
Majestad an admirer
he
signed
it
I
near
jumped
out
of
my skin I wanted
to
pick
him
up
when
I
saw
him
following
me
along
the Calle
Real
in
the shop
window
then
he
tipped
me
just
in
passing but I
never
thought
hed
write
making an
appointment
I had
it
inside
my petticoat bodice all
day
reading
it
up
in
every
hole
and
corner
while
father
was
up
at
the drill instructing
to
find
out
by
the
handwriting
or
the
language
of
stamps singing I
remember
shall
I wear
a
white
rose
and
I wanted
to
put
on
the
old
stupid
clock
to
near
the
time
he
was
the first
man
kissed
me
under the Moorish
wall
my sweetheart
when
a
boy
it
never
entered my
head
what
kissing meant
till
he
put
his
tongue
in
my
mouth
his
mouth
was
sweetlike
young
I
put
my
knee
up
to
him
a
few
times
to
learn
the
way
what
did
I
tell
him
I
was
engaged
for
for
fun
to
the
son
of
a
Spanish nobleman named
Don
Miguel
de
la
Flora
and
he
believed
me
that
I
was
to
be
married
to
him
in
3 years
time
theres
many
a
true
word
spoken
in
jest
there
is
a
flower
that
bloometh
a
few
things I told
him
true
about
myself
just
for
him
to
be
imagining the Spanish girls
he
didnt
like
I
suppose
one
of
them
wouldnt
have
him
I got
him
excited
he
crushed all the flowers
on
my
bosom
he
brought
me
he
couldnt
count
the pesetas
and
the perragordas
till
I taught
him
Cappoquin
he
came
from
he
said
on
the
black
water
but
it
was
too
short
then
the
day
before
he
left
May
yes
it
was
May
when
the
infant
king
of
Spain
was
born Im
always
like
that
in
the
spring
Id
like
a
new
fellow
every
year
up
on
the tiptop under the rockgun
near
OHaras
tower
I told
him
it
was
struck
by
lightning
and
all
about
the
old
Barbary apes
they
sent
to
Clapham without
a
tail careering all
over
the
show
on
each
others
back
Mrs Rubio said
she
was
a
regular
old
rock
scorpion
robbing the chickens
out
of
Inces
farm
and
throw stones
at
you
if
you
went anear
he
was
looking
at
me
I had
that
white
blouse
on
open
in
the
front
to
encourage
him
as
much
as
I
could
without
too
openly
they
were
just
beginning
to
be
plump I said I
was
tired
we
lay
over
the firtree cove
a
wild
place
I
suppose
it
must
be
the highest rock
in
existence
the galleries
and
casemates
and
those
frightful
rocks
and
Saint Michaels
cave
with
the icicles
or
whatever
they
call
them
hanging
down
and
ladders all the
mud
plotching my boots Im
sure
thats the
way
down
the monkeys
go
under the
sea
to
Africa
when
they
die
the ships
out
far
like
chips
that
was
the Malta
boat
passing
yes
the
sea
and
the
sky
you
could
do
what
you
liked
lie
there
for
ever
he
caressed
them
outside
they
love
doing
that
its the roundness there I
was
leaning
over
him
with
my
white
ricestraw
hat
to
take
the
newness
out
of
it
the
left
side
of
my face the
best
my
blouse
open
for
his
last
day
transparent
kind
of
shirt
he
had I
could
see
his
chest
pink
he
wanted
to
touch
mine
with
his
for
a
moment
but I wouldnt
lee
him
he
was
awfully
put
out
first
for
fear
you
never
know
consumption
or
leave
me
with
a
child
embarazada
that
old
servant
Ines told
me
that
one
drop
even
if
it
got
into
you
at
all
after
I tried
with
the
Banana
but I
was
afraid
it
might
break
and
get
lost
up
in
me
somewhere
because
they
once
took
something
down
out
of
a
woman
that
was
up
there
for
years covered
with
limesalts theyre all
mad
to
get
in
there
where
they
come
out
of
youd
think
they
could
never
go
far
enough
up
and
then
theyre done
with
you
in
a
way
till
the
next
time
yes
because
theres
a
wonderful
feeling there
so
tender
all the
time
how
did
we
finish
it
off
yes
O
yes
I pulled
him
off
into
my handkerchief pretending not
to
be
excited but I opened my legs I wouldnt
let
him
touch
me
inside
my petticoat
because
I had
a
skirt
opening
up
the
side
I tormented the
life
out
of
him
first tickling
him
I loved rousing
that
dog
in
the
hotel
rrrsssstt awokwokawok
his
eyes
shut
and
a
bird
flying
below
us
he
was
shy
all the
same
I liked
him
like
that
moaning I
made
him
blush
a
little
when
I got
over
him
that
way
when
I unbuttoned
him
and
took
his
out
and
drew
back
the skin
it
had
a
kind
of
eye
in
it
theyre all Buttons men
down
the
middle
on
the
wrong
side
of
them
Molly
darling
he
called
me
what
was
his
name
Jack
Joe
Harry
Mulvey
was
it
yes
I
think
a
lieutenant
he
was
rather
fair
he
had
a
laughing
kind
of
a
voice
so
I went round
to
the whatyoucallit everything
was
whatyoucallit moustache had
he
he
said hed
come
back
Lord its
just
like
yesterday
to
me
and
if
I
was
married hed
do
it
to
me
and
I promised
him
yes
faithfully
Id
let
him
block
me
now
flying
perhaps
hes
dead
or
killed
or
a
captain
or
admiral
its nearly 20 years
if
I said firtree cove
he
would
if
he
came
up
behind
me
and
put
his
hands
over
my eyes
to
guess
who
I
might
recognise
him
hes
young
still
about
40
perhaps
hes married
some
girl
on
the
black
water
and
is
quite
changed
they
all
do
they
havent half the
character
a
woman
has
she
little
knows
what
I
did
with
her beloved husband before
he
ever
dreamt
of
her
in
broad
daylight
too
in
the sight
of
the
whole
world
you
might
say
they
could
have
put
an
article
about
it
in
the
Chronicle
I
was
a
bit
wild
after
when
I blew
out
the
old
bag
the biscuits
were
in
from
Benady Bros
and
exploded
it
Lord
what
a
bang
all the woodcocks
and
pigeons screaming coming
back
the
same
way
that
we
went
over
middle
hill
round
by
the
old
guardhouse
and
the jews burialplace pretending
to
read
out
the Hebrew
on
them
I wanted
to
fire
his
pistol
he
said
he
hadnt
one
he
didnt
know
what
to
make
of
me
with
his
peak
cap
on
that
he
always
wore crooked
as
often
as
I settled
it
straight H M S Calypso swinging my
hat
that
old
Bishop
that
spoke
off
the
altar
his
long
preach
about
womans higher functions
about
girls
now
riding the
bicycle
and
wearing peak caps
and
the
new
woman
bloomers
God
send
him
sense
and
me
more
money
I
suppose
theyre called
after
him
I
never
thought
that
would
be
my
name
Bloom
when
I used
to
write
it
in
print
to
see
how
it
looked
on
a
visiting
card
or
practising
for
the
butcher
and
oblige
M
Bloom
youre looking blooming Josie used
to
say
after
I married
him
well
its
better
than
Breen
or
Briggs does brig
or
those
awful
names
with
bottom
in
them
Mrs Ramsbottom
or
some
other
kind
of
a
bottom Mulvey I wouldnt
go
mad
about
either
or
suppose
I divorced
him
Mrs Boylan my mother
whoever
she
was
might
have
given
me
a
nicer
name
the Lord knows
after
the
lovely
one
she
had Lunita Laredo the
fun
we
had running
along
Williss
road
to
Europa
point
twisting
in
and
out
all round the
other
side
of
Jersey
they
were
shaking
and
dancing
about
in
my
blouse
like
Millys
little
ones
now
when
she
runs
up
the stairs I loved looking
down
at
them
I
was
jumping
up
at
the
pepper
trees
and
the
white
poplars pulling the leaves
off
and
throwing
them
at
him
he
went
to
India
he
was
to
write
the voyages
those
men
have
to
make
to
the ends
of
the
world
and
back
its the
least
they
might
get
a
squeeze
or
two
at
a
woman
while
they
can
going
out
to
be
drowned
or
blown
up
somewhere I went
up
Windmill
hill
to
the
flats
that
Sunday
morning
with
captain Rubios
that
was
dead
spyglass
like
the sentry had
he
said hed
have
one
or
two
from
on
board
I wore
that
frock
from
the B Marche paris
and
the
coral
necklace the straits shining I
could
see
over
to
Morocco
almost
the
bay
of
Tangier
white
and
the
Atlas
mountain
with
snow
on
it
and
the straits
like
a
river
so
clear
Harry
Molly
darling I
was
thinking
of
him
on
the
sea
all the
time
after
at
mass
when
my petticoat began
to
slip
down
at
the
elevation
weeks
and
weeks I kept the handkerchief under my
pillow
for
the
smell
of
him
there
was
no
decent
perfume
to
be
got
in
that
Gibraltar
only
that
cheap
peau dEspagne
that
faded
and
left
a
stink
on
you
more
than
anything
else
I wanted
to
give
him
a
memento
he
gave
me
that
clumsy
Claddagh ring
for
luck
that
I gave Gardner going
to
south
Africa
where
those
Boers killed
him
with
their
war
and
fever
but
they
were
well
beaten all the
same
as
if
it
brought its
bad
luck
with
it
like
an
opal
or
pearl
still
it
must
have
been
pure
18
carrot
gold
because
it
was
very
heavy but
what
could
you
get
in
a
place
like
that
the sandfrog shower
from
Africa
and
that
derelict
ship
that
came
up
to
the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no
he
hadnt
a
moustache
that
was
Gardner
yes
I
can
see
his
face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong
that
train
again
weeping
tone
once
in
the
dear
deaead days beyondre
call
close my eyes
breath
my lips forward
kiss
sad
look
eyes
open
piano
ere
oer the
world
the mists began I
hate
that
istsbeg comes loves
sweet
sooooooooooong
Ill
let
that
out
full
when
I
get
in
front
of
the footlights
again
Kathleen Kearney
and
her
lot
of
squealers
Miss
This
Miss
That
Miss
Theother
lot
of
sparrowfarts skitting
around
talking
about
politics
they
know
as
much
about
as
my backside
anything
in
the
world
to
make
themselves
someway interesting Irish homemade beauties soldiers
daughter
am
I ay
and
whose
are
you
bootmakers
and
publicans I
beg
your
pardon
coach I
thought
you
were
a
wheelbarrow theyd
die
down
dead
off
their
feet
if
ever
they
got
a
chance
of
walking
down
the Alameda
on
an officers
arm
like
me
on
the bandnight my eyes flash my
bust
that
they
havent
passion
God
help
their
poor
head
I knew
more
about
men
and
life
when
I
was
I S
than
theyll all
know
at
50
they
dont
know
how
to
sing
a
song
like
that
Gardner said no
man
could
look
at
my
mouth
and
teeth smiling
like
that
and
not
think
of
it
I
was
afraid
he
mightnt
like
my
accent
first
he
so
English all father
left
me
in
spite
of
his
stamps Ive my mothers eyes
and
figure
anyhow
he
always
said theyre
so
snotty
about
themselves
some
of
those
cads
he
wasnt
a
bit
like
that
he
was
dead
gone
on
my lips
let
them
get
a
husband first thats fit
to
be
looked
at
and
a
daughter
like
mine
or
see
if
they
can
excite
a
swell
with
money
that
can
pick
and
choose
whoever
he
wants
like
Boylan
to
do
it
4
or
5 times locked
in
each
others arms
or
the voice either I
could
have
been
a
prima
donna
only
I married
him
comes looooves
old
deep
down
chin
back
not
too
much
make
it
double
My Ladys
Bower
is
too
long
for
an
encore
about
the moated
grange
at
twilight
and
vaunted rooms
yes
Ill
sing Winds
that
blow
from
the
south
that
he
gave
after
the choirstairs performance
Ill
change
that
lace
on
my
black
dress
to
show
off
my bubs
and
Ill
yes
by
God
Ill
get
that
big
fan
mended
make
them
burst
with
envy
my
hole
is
itching
me
always
when
I
think
of
him
I feel I
want
to
I feel
some
wind
in
me
better
go
easy
not
wake
him
have
him
at
it
again
slobbering
after
washing
every
bit
of
myself
back
belly
and
sides
if
we
had
even
a
bath
itself
or
my
own
room
anyway
I
wish
hed
sleep
in
some
bed
by
himself
with
his
cold feet
on
me
give
us
room
even
to
let
a
fart
God
or
do
the
least
thing
better
yes
hold
them
like
that
a
bit
on
my
side
piano
quietly sweeeee theres
that
train
far
away
pianissimo
eeeee
one
more
song
that
was
a
relief
wherever
you
be
let
your wind
go
free
who
knows
if
that
pork
chop I took
with
my
cup
of
tea
after
was
quite
good
with
the
heat
I couldnt
smell
anything
off
it
Im
sure
that
queerlooking
man
in
the porkbutchers
is
a
great
rogue
I
hope
that
lamp
is
not smoking
fill
my
nose
up
with
smuts
better
than
having
him
leaving the
gas
on
all
night
I couldnt
rest
easy
in
my
bed
in
Gibraltar
even
getting
up
to
see
why
am
I
so
damned
nervous
about
that
though I
like
it
in
the
winter
its
more
company
O Lord
it
was
rotten
cold
too
that
winter
when
I
was
only
about
ten
was
I
yes
I had the
big
doll
with
all the funny
clothes
dressing her
up
and
undressing
that
icy
wind skeeting
across
from
those
mountains the
something
Nevada sierra nevada standing
at
the
fire
with
the
little
bit
of
a
short
shift
I had
up
to
heat
myself
I loved dancing
about
in
it
then
make
a
race
back
into
bed
Im
sure
that
fellow
opposite
used
to
be
there the
whole
time
watching
with
the lights
out
in
the
summer
and
I
in
my skin hopping
around
I used
to
love
myself
then
stripped
at
the washstand dabbing
and
creaming
only
when
it
came
to
the
chamber
performance I
put
out
the
light
too
so
then
there
were
2
of
us
goodbye
to
my
sleep
for
this
night
anyhow
I
hope
hes not going
to
get
in
with
those
medicals leading
him
astray
to
imagine
hes
young
again
coming
in
at
4
in
the
morning
it
must
be
if
not
more
still
he
had the manners not
to
wake
me
what
do
they
find
to
gabber
about
all
night
squandering
money
and
getting drunker
and
drunker couldnt
they
drink
water
then
he
starts giving
us
his
orders
for
eggs
and
tea
and
Findon haddy
and
hot
buttered toast I
suppose
well
have
him
sitting
up
like
the
king
of
the
country
pumping the
wrong
end
of
the spoon
up
and
down
in
his
egg
wherever
he
learned
that
from
and
I
love
to
hear
him
falling
up
the stairs
of
a
morning
with
the cups rattling
on
the
tray
and
then
play
with
the
cat
she
rubs
up
against
you
for
her
own
sake I
wonder
has
she
fleas shes
as
bad
as
a
woman
always
licking
and
lecking but I
hate
their
claws I
wonder
do
they
see
anything
that
we
cant
staring
like
that
when
she
sits
at
the
top
of
the stairs
so
long
and
listening
as
I
wait
always
what
a
robber
too
that
lovely
fresh
place
I bought I
think
Ill
get
a
bit
of
fish
tomorrow
or
today
is
it
Friday
yes
I
will
with
some
blancmange
with
black
currant
jam
like
long
ago
not
those
2 lb pots
of
mixed
plum
and
apple
from
the London
and
Newcastle Williams
and
Woods goes
twice
as
far
only
for
the
bones
I
hate
those
eels
cod
yes
Ill
get
a
nice
piece
of
cod
Im
always
getting
enough
for
3 forgetting
anyway
Im
sick
of
that
everlasting butchers
meat
from
Buckleys
loin
chops
and
leg
beef
and
rib
steak
and
scrag
of
mutton
and
calfs pluck the
very
name
is
enough
or
a
picnic
suppose
we
all gave 5/-
each
and
or
let
him
pay
it
and
invite
some
other
woman
for
him
who
Mrs Fleming
and
drove
out
to
the furry
glen
or
the
strawberry
beds
wed
have
him
examining all the horses toenails first
like
he
does
with
the letters no not
with
Boylan there
yes
with
some
cold
veal
and
ham
mixed sandwiches there
are
little
houses
down
at
the bottom
of
the banks there
on
purpose
but its
as
hot
as
blazes
he
says not
a
bank
holiday
anyhow
I
hate
those
ruck
of
Mary Ann coalboxes
out
for
the
day
Whit
Monday
is
a
cursed
day
too
no
wonder
that
bee
bit
him
better
the
seaside
but
Id
never
again
in
this
life
get
into
a
boat
with
him
after
him
at
Bray telling the boatman
he
knew
how
to
row
if
anyone
asked
could
he
ride
the steeplechase
for
the
gold
cup
hed
say
yes
then
it
came
on
to
get
rough the
old
thing
crookeding
about
and
the
weight
all
down
my
side
telling
me
pull
the
right
reins
now
pull
the
left
and
the
tide
all swamping
in
floods
in
through the bottom
and
his
oar
slipping
out
of
the
stirrup
its
a
mercy
we
werent all drowned
he
can
swim
of
course
me
no theres no
danger
whatsoever
keep
yourself
calm
in
his
flannel
trousers
Id
like
to
have
tattered
them
down
off
him
before all the
people
and
give
him
what
that
one
calls flagellate
till
he
was
black
and
blue
do
him
all the
good
in
the
world
only
for
that
longnosed chap I dont
know
who
he
is
with
that
other
beauty
Burke
out
of
the
City
Arms
hotel
was
there spying
around
as
usual
on
the slip
always
where
he
wasnt wanted
if
there
was
a
row
on
youd
vomit
a
better
face there
was
no
love
lost
between
us
thats 1
consolation
I
wonder
what
kind
is
that
book
he
brought
me
Sweets
of
Sin
by
a
gentleman
of
fashion
some
other
Mr
de
Kock I
suppose
the
people
gave
him
that
nickname
going
about
with
his
tube
from
one
woman
to
another
I couldnt
even
change
my
new
white
shoes all ruined
with
the saltwater
and
the
hat
I had
with
that
feather
all blowy
and
tossed
on
me
how
annoying
and
provoking
because
the
smell
of
the
sea
excited
me
of
course
the sardines
and
the
bream
in
Catalan
bay
round the
back
of
the rock
they
were
fine
all
silver
in
the fishermens baskets
old
Luigi
near
a
hundred
they
said came
from
Genoa
and
the
tall
old
chap
with
the earrings I dont
like
a
man
you
have
to
climb
up
to
to
get
at
I
suppose
theyre all
dead
and
rotten
long
ago
besides I dont
like
being alone
in
this
big
barracks
of
a
place
at
night
I
suppose
Ill
have
to
put
up
with
it
I
never
brought
a
bit
of
salt
in
even
when
we
moved
in
the
confusion
musical
academy
he
was
going
to
make
on
the first
floor
drawingroom
with
a
brassplate
or
Blooms
private
hotel
he
suggested
go
and
ruin
himself
altogether the
way
his
father
did
down
in
Ennis
like
all the things
he
told father
he
was
going
to
do
and
me
but I
saw
through
him
telling
me
all the
lovely
places
we
could
go
for
the
honeymoon
Venice
by
moonlight
with
the gondolas
and
the
lake
of
Como
he
had
a
picture
cut
out
of
some
paper
of
and
mandolines
and
lanterns O
how
nice
I said whatever I liked
he
was
going
to
do
immediately
if
not sooner
will
you
be
my
man
will
you
carry my
can
he
ought
to
get
a
leather
medal
with
a
putty
rim
for
all the plans
he
invents
then
leaving
us
here all
day
youd
never
know
what
old
beggar
at
the
door
for
a
crust
with
his
long
story
might
be
a
tramp
and
put
his
foot
in
the
way
to
prevent
me
shutting
it
like
that
picture
of
that
hardened criminal
he
was
called
in
Lloyds Weekly
news
20 years
in
jail
then
he
comes
out
and
murders an
old
woman
for
her
money
imagine
his
poor
wife
or
mother
or
whoever
she
is
such
a
face youd
run
miles
away
from
I couldnt
rest
easy
till
I bolted all the doors
and
windows
to
make
sure
but its
worse
again
being locked
up
like
in
a
prison
or
a
madhouse
they
ought
to
be
all
shot
or
the
cat
of
nine
tails
a
big
brute
like
that
that
would
attack
a
poor
old
woman
to
murder
her
in
her
bed
Id
cut
them
off
him
so
I would not
that
hed
be
much
use
still
better
than
nothing
the
night
I
was
sure
I heard burglars
in
the
kitchen
and
he
went
down
in
his
shirt
with
a
candle
and
a
poker
as
if
he
was
looking
for
a
mouse
as
white
as
a
sheet
frightened
out
of
his
wits making
as
much
noise
as
he
possibly
could
for
the burglars benefit there isnt
much
to
steal
indeed
the Lord knows
still
its the feeling especially
now
with
Milly
away
such
an
idea
for
him
to
send
the
girl
down
there
to
learn
to
take
photographs
on
account
of
his
grandfather
instead
of
sending her
to
Skerrys
academy
where
shed
have
to
learn
not
like
me
getting all
IS
at
school
only
hed
do
a
thing
like
that
all the
same
on
account
of
me
and
Boylan thats
why
he
did
it
Im
certain
the
way
he
plots
and
plans everything
out
I couldnt
turn
round
with
her
in
the
place
lately
unless I bolted the
door
first gave
me
the fidgets coming
in
without knocking first
when
I
put
the chair against the
door
just
as
I
was
washing
myself
there
below
with
the glove
get
on
your nerves
then
doing the loglady all
day
put
her
in
a
glasscase
with
two
at
a
time
to
look
at
her
if
he
knew
she
broke
off
the
hand
off
that
little
gimcrack
statue
with
her roughness
and
carelessness
before
she
left
that
I got
that
little
Italian
boy
to
mend
so
that
you
cant
see
the
join
for
2 shillings wouldnt
even
teem
the potatoes
for
you
of
course
shes
right
not
to
ruin her hands I noticed
he
was
always
talking
to
her
lately
at
the table explaining things
in
the paper
and
she
pretending
to
understand
sly
of
course
that
comes
from
his
side
of
the
house
he
cant
say
I pretend things
can
he
Im
too
honest
as
a
matter
of
fact
and
helping her
into
her coat but
if
there
was
anything
wrong
with
her its
me
shed
tell
not
him
I
suppose
he
thinks Im finished
out
and
laid
on
the
shelf
well
Im not no
nor
anything
like
it
well
see
well
see
now
shes
well
on
for
flirting
too
with
Tom Devans
two
sons imitating
me
whistling
with
those
romps
of
Murray girls calling
for
her
can
Milly
come
out
please
shes
in
great
demand
to
pick
what
they
can
out
of
her round
in
Nelson
street
riding
Harry
Devans
bicycle
at
night
its
as
well
he
sent her
where
she
is
she
was
just
getting
out
of
bounds wanting
to
go
on
the skatingrink
and
smoking
their
cigarettes through
their
nose
I
smelt
it
off
her dress
when
I
was
biting
off
the thread
of
the
button
I sewed
on
to
the bottom
of
her
jacket
she
couldnt
hide
much
from
me
I
tell
you
only
I oughtnt
to
have
stitched
it
and
it
on
her
it
brings
a
parting
and
the
last
plumpudding
too
split
in
2 halves
see
it
comes
out
no
matter
what
they
say
her tongue
is
a
bit
too
long
for
my
taste
your
blouse
is
open
too
low
she
says
to
me
the
pan
calling the
kettle
blackbottom
and
I had
to
tell
her not
to
cock
her legs
up
like
that
on
show
on
the windowsill before all the
people
passing
they
all
look
at
her
like
me
when
I
was
her
age
of
course
any
old
rag
looks
well
on
you
then
a
great
touchmenot
too
in
her
own
way
at
the
Only
Way
in
the
Theatre
royal
take
your
foot
away
out
of
that
I
hate
people
touching
me
afraid
of
her
life
Id
crush her
skirt
with
the pleats
a
lot
of
that
touching
must
go
on
in
theatres
in
the crush
in
the dark theyre
always
trying
to
wiggle
up
to
you
that
fellow
in
the
pit
at
the
Gaiety
for
Beerbohm Tree
in
Trilby the
last
time
Ill
ever
go
there
to
be
squashed
like
that
for
any
Trilby
or
her barebum
every
two
minutes
tipping
me
there
and
looking
away
hes
a
bit
daft
I
think
I
saw
him
after
trying
to
get
near
two
stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers
window
at
the
same
little
game
I recognised
him
on
the
moment
the face
and
everything but
he
didnt
remember
me
yes
and
she
didnt
even
want
me
to
kiss
her
at
the Broadstone going
away
well
I
hope
shell
get
someone
to
dance
attendance
on
her the
way
I
did
when
she
was
down
with
the
mumps
and
her glands
swollen
wheres
this
and
wheres
that
of
course
she
cant
feel
anything
deep
yet
I
never
came properly
till
I
was
what
22
or
so
it
went
into
the
wrong
place
always
only
the
usual
girls
nonsense
and
giggling
that
Conny Connolly
writing
to
her
in
white
ink
on
black
paper sealed
with
sealingwax though
she
clapped
when
the
curtain
came
down
because
he
looked
so
handsome
then
we
had
Martin
Harvey
for
breakfast
dinner
and
supper
I
thought
to
myself
afterwards
it
must
be
real
love
if
a
man
gives
up
his
life
for
her
that
way
for
nothing
I
suppose
there
are
a
few
men
like
that
left
its
hard
to
believe
in
it
though unless
it
really happened
to
me
the
majority
of
them
with
not
a
particle
of
love
in
their
natures
to
find
two
people
like
that
nowadays
full
up
of
each
other
that
would feel the
same
way
as
you
do
theyre usually
a
bit
foolish
in
the
head
his
father
must
have
been
a
bit
queer
to
go
and
poison
himself
after
her
still
poor
old
man
I
suppose
he
felt lost shes
always
making
love
to
my things
too
the
few
old
rags I
have
wanting
to
put
her
hair
up
at
I S my
powder
too
only
ruin her skin
on
her shes
time
enough
for
that
all her
life
after
of
course
shes
restless
knowing shes pretty
with
her lips
so
red
a
pity
they
wont stay
that
way
I
was
too
but theres no
use
going
to
the
fair
with
the
thing
answering
me
like
a
fishwoman
when
I asked
to
go
for
a
half
a
stone
of
potatoes the
day
we
met Mrs Joe Gallaher
at
the trottingmatches
and
she
pretended not
to
see
us
in
her
trap
with
Friery the
solicitor
we
werent
grand
enough
till
I gave her 2
damn
fine
cracks
across
the
ear
for
herself
take
that
now
for
answering
me
like
that
and
that
for
your
impudence
she
had
me
that
exasperated
of
course
contradicting I
was
badtempered
too
because
how
was
it
there
was
a
weed
in
the
tea
or
I didnt
sleep
the
night
before cheese I ate
was
it
and
I told her
over
and
over
again
not
to
leave
knives crossed
like
that
because
she
has
nobody
to
command
her
as
she
said herself
well
if
he
doesnt
correct
her
faith
I
will
that
was
the
last
time
she
turned
on
the teartap I
was
just
like
that
myself
they
darent order
me
about
the
place
its
his
fault
of
course
having the
two
of
us
slaving here
instead
of
getting
in
a
woman
long
ago
am
I
ever
going
to
have
a
proper
servant
again
of
course
then
shed
see
him
coming
Id
have
to
let
her
know
or
shed
revenge
it
arent
they
a
nuisance
that
old
Mrs Fleming
you
have
to
be
walking round
after
her putting the things
into
her hands sneezing
and
farting
into
the pots
well
of
course
shes
old
she
cant
help
it
a
good
job I found
that
rotten
old
smelly dishcloth
that
got lost
behind
the
dresser
I knew there
was
something
and
opened the
area
window
to
let
out
the
smell
bringing
in
his
friends
to
entertain
them
like
the
night
he
walked
home
with
a
dog
if
you
please
that
might
have
been
mad
especially Simon Dedalus
son
his
father
such
a
criticiser
with
his
glasses
up
with
his
tall
hat
on
him
at
the
cricket
match
and
a
great
big
hole
in
his
sock
one
thing
laughing
at
the
other
and
his
son
that
got all
those
prizes
for
whatever
he
won
them
in
the intermediate
imagine
climbing
over
the railings
if
anybody
saw
him
that
knew
us
I
wonder
he
didnt
tear
a
big
hole
in
his
grand
funeral
trousers
as
if
the
one
nature
gave wasnt
enough
for
anybody hawking
him
down
into
the dirty
old
kitchen
now
is
he
right
in
his
head
I
ask
pity
it
wasnt
washing
day
my
old
pair
of
drawers
might
have
been hanging
up
too
on
the line
on
exhibition
for
all hed
ever
care
with
the ironmould
mark
the
stupid
old
bundle burned
on
them
he
might
think
was
something
else
and
she
never
even
rendered
down
the
fat
I told her
and
now
shes going
such
as
she
was
on
account
of
her paralysed husband getting
worse
theres
always
something
wrong
with
them
disease
or
they
have
to
go
under an
operation
or
if
its not
that
its
drink
and
he
beats her
Ill
have
to
hunt
around
again
for
someone
every
day
I
get
up
theres
some
new
thing
on
sweet
God
sweet
God
well
when
Im stretched
out
dead
in
my
grave
I
suppose
111
have
some
peace
I
want
to
get
up
a
minute
if
Im
let
wait
O Jesus
wait
yes
that
thing
has
come
on
me
yes
now
wouldnt
that
afflict
you
of
course
all the poking
and
rooting
and
ploughing
he
had
up
in
me
now
what
am
I
to
do
Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt
that
pester
the soul
out
of
a
body
unless
he
likes
it
some
men
do
God
knows theres
always
something
wrong
with
us
5 days
every
3
or
4 weeks
usual
monthly
auction
isnt
it
simply sickening
that
night
it
came
on
me
like
that
the
one
and
only
time
we
were
in
a
box
that
Michael Gunn gave
him
to
see
Mrs Kendal
and
her husband
at
the
Gaiety
something
he
did
about
insurance
for
him
in
Drimmies I
was
fit
to
be
tied though I wouldnt
give
in
with
that
gentleman
of
fashion
staring
down
at
me
with
his
glasses
and
him
the
other
side
of
me
talking
about
Spinoza
and
his
soul thats
dead
I
suppose
millions
of
years
ago
I smiled the
best
I
could
all
in
a
swamp
leaning forward
as
if
I
was
interested having
to
sit
it
out
then
to
the
last
tag
I wont
forget
that
wife
of
Scarli
in
a
hurry supposed
to
be
a
fast
play
about
adultery
that
idiot
in
the
gallery
hissing the
woman
adulteress
he
shouted I
suppose
he
went
and
had
a
woman
in
the
next
lane
running round all the
back
ways
after
to
make
up
for
it
I
wish
he
had
what
I had
then
hed boo I bet the
cat
itself
is
better
off
than
us
have
we
too
much
blood
up
in
us
or
what
O
patience
above
its pouring
out
of
me
like
the
sea
anyhow
he
didnt
make
me
pregnant
as
big
as
he
is
I dont
want
to
ruin the clean sheets I
just
put
on
I
suppose
the clean
linen
I wore brought
it
on
too
damn
it
damn
it
and
they
always
want
to
see
a
stain
on
the
bed
to
know
youre
a
virgin
for
them
all thats troubling
them
theyre
such
fools
too
you
could
be
a
widow
or
divorced 40 times
over
a
daub
of
red
ink
would
do
or
blackberry
juice no thats
too
purply O Jamesy
let
me
up
out
of
this
pooh sweets
of
sin
whoever
suggested
that
business
for
women
what
between
clothes
and
cooking
and
children
this
damned
old
bed
too
jingling
like
the dickens I
suppose
they
could
hear
us
away
over
the
other
side
of
the park
till
I suggested
to
put
the
quilt
on
the
floor
with
the
pillow
under my bottom I
wonder
is
it
nicer
in
the
day
I
think
it
is
easy
I
think
Ill
cut
all
this
hair
off
me
there scalding
me
I
might
look
like
a
young
girl
wouldnt
he
get
the
great
suckin the
next
time
he
turned
up
my
clothes
on
me
Id
give
anything
to
see
his
face wheres the
chamber
gone
easy
Ive
a
holy
horror
of
its breaking under
me
after
that
old
commode
I
wonder
was
I
too
heavy sitting
on
his
knee
I
made
him
sit
on
the easychair purposely
when
I took
off
only
my
blouse
and
skirt
first
in
the
other
room
he
was
so
busy
where
he
oughtnt
to
be
he
never
felt
me
I
hope
my
breath
was
sweet
after
those
kissing comfits
easy
God
I
remember
one
time
I
could
scout
it
out
straight
whistling
like
a
man
almost
easy
O Lord
how
noisy I
hope
theyre bubbles
on
it
for
a
wad
of
money
from
some
fellow
111
have
to
perfume
it
in
the
morning
dont
forget
I bet
he
never
saw
a
better
pair
of
thighs
than
that
look
how
white
they
are
the smoothest
place
is
right
there
between
this
bit
here
how
soft
like
a
peach
easy
God
I wouldnt
mind
being
a
man
and
get
up
on
a
lovely
woman
O Lord
what
a
row
youre making
like
the
jersey
lily
easy
easy
O
how
the waters
come
down
at
Lahore no thats no
way
for
him
has
he
no manners
nor
no refinement
nor
no
nothing
in
his
nature
slapping
us
behind
like
that
on
my bottom
because
I didnt
call
him
Hugh the
ignoramus
that
doesnt
know
poetry
from
a
cabbage
thats
what
you
get
for
not keeping
them
in
their
proper
place
pulling
off
his
shoes
and
trousers
there
on
the chair before
me
so
barefaced
without
even
asking
permission
and
standing
out
that
vulgar
way
in
the half
of
a
shirt
they
wear
to
be
admired
like
a
priest
or
a
butcher
or
those
old
hypocrites
in
the
time
of
Julius Caesar
of
course
hes
right
enough
in
his
way
to
pass the
time
as
a
joke
sure
you
might
as
well
be
in
bed
with
what
with
a
lion
God
Im
sure
hed
have
something
better
to
say
for
himself
an
old
Lion
would O
well
I
suppose
its
because
they
were
so
plump
and
tempting
in
my
short
petticoat
he
couldnt
resist
they
excite
myself
sometimes its
well
for
men all the amount
of
pleasure
they
get
off
a
womans
body
were
so
round
and
white
for
them
always
I wished I
was
one
myself
for
a
change
just
to
try
with
that
thing
they
have
swelling
up
on
you
so
hard
and
at
the
same
time
so
soft
when
you
touch
it
my
uncle
John has
a
thing
long
I heard
those
cornerboys
saying
passing the comer
of
Marrowbone
lane
my
aunt
Mary has
a
thing
hairy
because
it
was
dark
and
they
knew
a
girl
was
passing
it
didnt
make
me
blush
why
should
it
either its
only
nature
and
he
puts
his
thing
long
into
my
aunt
Marys hairy etcetera
and
turns
out
to
be
you
put
the
handle
in
a
sweepingbrush men
again
all
over
they
can
pick
and
choose
what
they
please
a
married
woman
or
a
fast
widow
or
a
girl
for
their
different
tastes
like
those
houses round
behind
Irish
street
no but
were
to
be
always
chained
up
theyre not going
to
be
chaining
me
up
no
damn
fear
once
I start I
tell
you
for
their
stupid
husbands
jealousy
why
cant
we
all
remain
friends
over
it
instead
of
quarrelling her husband found
it
out
what
they
did
together
well
naturally
and
if
he
did
can
he
undo
it
hes coronado
anyway
whatever
he
does
and
then
he
going
to
the
other
mad
extreme
about
the
wife
in
Fair
Tyrants
of
course
the
man
never
even
casts
a
2nd
thought
on
the husband
or
wife
either its the
woman
he
wants
and
he
gets her
what
else
were
we
given
all
those
desires
for
Id
like
to
know
I
cant
help
it
if
Im
young
still
can
I its
a
wonder
Im not an
old
shrivelled
hag
before my
time
living
with
him
so
cold
never
embracing
me
except
sometimes
when
hes
asleep
the
wrong
end
of
me
not knowing I
suppose
who
he
has
any
man
thatd
kiss
a
womans bottom
Id
throw my
hat
at
him
after
that
hed
kiss
anything
unnatural
where
we
havent I
atom
of
any
kind
of
expression
in
us
all
of
us
the
same
2 lumps
of
lard
before
ever
Id
do
that
to
a
man
pfooh the dirty brutes the
mere
thought
is
enough
I
kiss
the feet
of
you
senorita
theres
some
sense
in
that
didnt
he
kiss
our
halldoor
yes
he
did
what
a
madman
nobody
understands
his
cracked
ideas but
me
still
of
course
a
woman
wants
to
be
embraced 20 times
a
day
almost
to
make
her
look
young
no
matter
by
who
so
long
as
to
be
in
love
or
loved
by
somebody
if
the
fellow
you
want
isnt there sometimes
by
the Lord
God
I
was
thinking would I
go
around
by
the quays there
some
dark
evening
where
nobodyd
know
me
and
pick
up
a
sailor
off
the
sea
thatd
be
hot
on
for
it
and
not
care
a
pin
whose
I
was
only
do
it
off
up
in
a
gate somewhere
or
one
of
those
wildlooking gipsies
in
Rathfarnham had
their
camp
pitched
near
the Bloomfield
laundry
to
try
and
steal
our
things
if
they
could
I
only
sent
mine
there
a
few
times
for
the
name
model
laundry
sending
me
back
over
and
over
some
old
ones
odd
stockings
that
blackguardlooking
fellow
with
the
fine
eyes peeling
a
switch
attack
me
in
the dark
and
ride
me
up
against the
wall
without
a
word
or
a
murderer
anybody
what
they
do
themselves
the
fine
gentlemen
in
their
silk
hats
that
K C lives
up
somewhere
this
way
coming
out
of
Hardwicke
lane
the
night
he
gave
us
the
fish
supper
on
account
of
winning
over
the boxing match
of
course
it
was
for
me
he
gave
it
I knew
him
by
his
gaiters
and
the walk
and
when
I turned round
a
minute
after
just
to
see
there
was
a
woman
after
coming
out
of
it
too
some
filthy
prostitute
then
he
goes
home
to
his
wife
after
that
only
I
suppose
the half
of
those
sailors
are
rotten
again
with
disease
O
move
over
your
big
carcass
out
of
that
for
the
love
of
Mike
listen
to
him
the winds
that
waft
my sighs
to
thee
so
well
he
may
sleep
and
sigh the
great
Suggester
Don
Poldo
de
la
Flora
if
he
knew
how
he
came
out
on
the cards
this
morning
hed
have
something
to
sigh
for
a
dark
man
in
some
perplexity
between
2 7s
too
in
prison
for
Lord knows
what
he
does
that
I dont
know
and
Im
to
be
slooching
around
down
in
the
kitchen
to
get
his
lordship
his
breakfast
while
hes rolled
up
like
a
mummy
will
I
indeed
did
you
ever
see
me
running
Id
just
like
to
see
myself
at
it
show
them
attention
and
they
treat
you
like
dirt
I dont
care
what
anybody says itd
be
much
better
for
the
world
to
be
governed
by
the women
in
it
you
wouldnt
see
women going
and
killing
one
another
and
slaughtering
when
do
you
ever
see
women rolling
around
drunk
like
they
do
or
gambling
every
penny
they
have
and
losing
it
on
horses
yes
because
a
woman
whatever
she
does
she
knows
where
to
stop
sure
they
wouldnt
be
in
the
world
at
all
only
for
us
they
dont
know
what
it
is
to
be
a
woman
and
a
mother
how
could
they
where
would
they
all
of
them
be
if
they
hadnt all
a
mother
to
look
after
them
what
I
never
had thats
why
I
suppose
hes running wild
now
out
at
night
away
from
his
books
and
studies
and
not
living
at
home
on
account
of
the
usual
rowy
house
I
suppose
well
its
a
poor
case
that
those
that
have
a
fine
son
like
that
theyre not satisfied
and
I
none
was
he
not
able
to
make
one
it
wasnt my fault
we
came
together
when
I
was
watching the
two
dogs
up
in
her
behind
in
the
middle
of
the
naked
street
that
disheartened
me
altogether I
suppose
I oughtnt
to
have
buried
him
in
that
little
woolly
jacket
I knitted crying
as
I
was
but
give
it
to
some
poor
child
but I knew
well
Id
never
have
another
our
1st
death
too
it
was
we
were
never
the
same
since
O Im not going
to
think
myself
into
the glooms
about
that
any
more
I
wonder
why
he
wouldnt stay the
night
I felt all the
time
it
was
somebody
strange
he
brought
in
instead
of
roving
around
the
city
meeting
God
knows
who
nightwalkers
and
pickpockets
his
poor
mother wouldnt
like
that
if
she
was
alive
ruining
himself
for
life
perhaps
still
its
a
lovely
hour
so
silent
I used
to
love
coming
home
after
dances the air
of
the
night
they
have
friends
they
can
talk
to
weve
none
either
he
wants
what
he
wont
get
or
its
some
woman
ready
to
stick
her knife
in
you
I
hate
that
in
women no
wonder
they
treat
us
the
way
they
do
we
are
a
dreadful
lot
of
bitches I
suppose
its all the troubles
we
have
makes
us
so
snappy Im not
like
that
he
could
easy
have
slept
in
there
on
the
sofa
in
the
other
room
I
suppose
he
was
as
shy
as
a
boy
he
being
so
young
hardly
20
of
me
in
the
next
room
hed
have
heard
me
on
the
chamber
arrah
what
harm
Dedalus I
wonder
its
like
those
names
in
Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia
they
had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana
of
Santa Maria
that
gave
me
the
rosary
Rosales y OReilly
in
the Calle las Siete Revueltas
and
Pisimbo
and
Mrs Opisso
in
Governor
street
O
what
a
name
Id
go
and
drown
myself
in
the first
river
if
I had
a
name
like
her O my
and
all the bits
of
streets
Paradise
ramp
and
Bedlam
ramp
and
Rodgers
ramp
and
Crutchetts
ramp
and
the devils
gap
steps
well
small
blame
to
me
if
I
am
a
harumscarum I
know
I
am
a
bit
I
declare
to
God
I dont feel
a
day
older
than
then
I
wonder
could
I
get
my tongue round
any
of
the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted
see
I havent forgotten
it
all I
thought
I had
only
for
the
grammar
a
noun
is
the
name
of
any
person
place
or
thing
pity
I
never
tried
to
read
that
novel
cantankerous
Mrs Rubio lent
me
by
Valera
with
the questions
in
it
all upside
down
the
two
ways I
always
knew
wed
go
away
in
the
end
I
can
tell
him
the Spanish
and
he
tell
me
the Italian
then
hell
see
Im not
so
ignorant
what
a
pity
he
didnt stay Im
sure
the
poor
fellow
was
dead
tired
and
wanted
a
good
sleep
badly I
could
have
brought
him
in
his
breakfast
in
bed
with
a
bit
of
toast
so
long
as
I didnt
do
it
on
the knife
for
bad
luck
or
if
the
woman
was
going her rounds
with
the
watercress
and
something
nice
and
tasty there
are
a
few
olives
in
the
kitchen
he
might
like
I
never
could
bear
the
look
of
them
in
Abrines I
could
do
the criada the
room
looks all
right
since
I changed
it
the
other
way
you
see
something
was
telling
me
all the
time
Id
have
to
introduce
myself
not knowing
me
from
Adam
very
funny wouldnt
it
Im
his
wife
or
pretend
we
were
in
Spain
with
him
half
awake
without
a
Gods
notion
where
he
is
dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the
cracked
things
come
into
my
head
sometimes itd
be
great
fun
supposing
he
stayed
with
us
why
not theres the
room
upstairs empty
and
Millys
bed
in
the
back
room
he
could
do
his
writing
and
studies
at
the table
in
there
for
all the scribbling
he
does
at
it
and
if
he
wants
to
read
in
bed
in
the
morning
like
me
as
hes making the
breakfast
for
I
he
can
make
it
for
2 Im
sure
Im not going
to
take
in
lodgers
off
the
street
for
him
if
he
takes
a
gesabo
of
a
house
like
this
Id
love
to
have
a
long
talk
with
an
intelligent
welleducated
person
Id
have
to
get
a
nice
pair
of
red
slippers
like
those
Turks
with
the
fez
used
to
sell
or
yellow
and
a
nice
semitransparent
morning
gown
that
I badly
want
or
a
peachblossom dressing
jacket
like
the
one
long
ago
in
Walpoles
only
8/6
or
18/6
Ill
just
give
him
one
more
chance
Ill
get
up
early
in
the
morning
Im
sick
of
Cohens
old
bed
in
any
case
I
might
go
over
to
the markets
to
see
all the vegetables
and
cabbages
and
tomatoes
and
carrots
and
all kinds
of
splendid
fruits all coming
in
lovely
and
fresh
who
knows whod
be
the 1st
man
Id
meet theyre
out
looking
for
it
in
the
morning
Mamy Dillon used
to
say
they
are
and
the
night
too
that
was
her massgoing
Id
love
a
big
juicy
pear
now
to
melt
in
your
mouth
like
when
I used
to
be
in
the
longing
way
then
Ill
throw
him
up
his
eggs
and
tea
in
the moustachecup
she
gave
him
to
make
his
mouth
bigger I
suppose
hed
like
my
nice
cream
too
I
know
what
Ill
do
Ill
go
about
rather
gay
not
too
much
singing
a
bit
now
and
then
mi
fa
pieta Masetto
then
Ill
start dressing
myself
to
go
out
presto
non
son
piu
forte
Ill
put
on
my
best
shift
and
drawers
let
him
have
a
good
eyeful
out
of
that
to
make
his
micky
stand
for
him
Ill
let
him
know
if
thats
what
he
wanted
that
his
wife
is
I s l o fucked
yes
and
damn
well
fucked
too
up
to
my
neck
nearly not
by
him
5
or
6 times handrunning theres the
mark
of
his
spunk
on
the clean
sheet
I wouldnt
bother
to
even
iron
it
out
that
ought
to
satisfy
him
if
you
dont
believe
me
feel my
belly
unless I
made
him
stand
there
and
put
him
into
me
Ive
a
mind
to
tell
him
every
scrap
and
make
him
do
it
out
in
front
of
me
serve
him
right
its all
his
own
fault
if
I
am
an adulteress
as
the
thing
in
the
gallery
said O
much
about
it
if
thats all the
harm
ever
we
did
in
this
vale
of
tears
God
knows its not
much
doesnt everybody
only
they
hide
it
I
suppose
thats
what
a
woman
is
supposed
to
be
there
for
or
He
wouldnt
have
made
us
the
way
He
did
so
attractive
to
men
then
if
he
wants
to
kiss
my bottom
Ill
drag
open
my drawers
and
bulge
it
right
out
in
his
face
as
large
as
life
he
can
stick
his
tongue 7 miles
up
my
hole
as
hes there my brown
part
then
Ill
tell
him
I
want
LI
or
perhaps
30/-
Ill
tell
him
I
want
to
buy
underclothes
then
if
he
gives
me
that
well
he
wont
be
too
bad
I dont
want
to
soak
it
all
out
of
him
like
other
women
do
I
could
often
have
written
out
a
fine
cheque
for
myself
and
write
his
name
on
it
for
a
couple
of
pounds
a
few
times
he
forgot
to
lock
it
up
besides
he
wont
spend
it
Ill
let
him
do
it
off
on
me
behind
provided
he
doesnt
smear
all my
good
drawers O I
suppose
that
cant
be
helped
Ill
do
the
indifferent
l
or
2 questions
Ill
know
by
the answers
when
hes
like
that
he
cant
keep
a
thing
back
I
know
every
turn
in
him
Ill
tighten
my bottom
well
and
let
out
a
few
smutty words smellrump
or
lick my
shit
or
the first
mad
thing
comes
into
my
head
then
Ill
suggest
about
yes
O
wait
now
sonny my
turn
is
coming
Ill
be
quite
gay
and
friendly
over
it
O but I
was
forgetting
this
bloody
pest
of
a
thing
pfooh
you
wouldnt
know
which
to
laugh
or
cry
were
such
a
mixture
of
plum
and
apple
no
Ill
have
to
wear the
old
things
so
much
the
better
itll
be
more
pointed
hell
never
know
whether
he
did
it
or
not there thats
good
enough
for
you
any
old
thing
at
all
then
Ill
wipe
him
off
me
just
like
a
business
his
omission
then
Ill
go
out
Ill
have
him
eying
up
at
the
ceiling
where
is
she
gone
now
make
him
want
me
thats the
only
way
a
quarter
after
what
an unearthly
hour
I
suppose
theyre
just
getting
up
in
China
now
combing
out
their
pigtails
for
the
day
well
soon
have
the nuns ringing the angelus theyve
nobody
coming
in
to
spoil
their
sleep
except
an
odd
priest
or
two
for
his
night
office
or
the alarmclock
next
door
at
cockshout clattering the brains
out
of
itself
let
me
see
if
I
can
doze
off
1 2 3 4 5
what
kind
of
flowers
are
those
they
invented
like
the stars the wallpaper
in
Lombard
street
was
much
nicer the
apron
he
gave
me
was
like
that
something
only
I
only
wore
it
twice
better
lower
this
lamp
and
try
again
so
as
I
can
get
up
early
Ill
go
to
Lambes there
beside
Findlaters
and
get
them
to
send
us
some
flowers
to
put
about
the
place
in
case
he
brings
him
home
tomorrow
today
I
mean
no no Fridays an
unlucky
day
first I
want
to
do
the
place
up
someway the dust grows
in
it
I
think
while
Im
asleep
then
we
can
have
music
and
cigarettes I
can
accompany
him
first I
must
clean the keys
of
the
piano
with
milk
whatll I wear
shall
I wear
a
white
rose
or
those
fairy
cakes
in
Liptons I
love
the
smell
of
a
rich
big
shop
at
7 1/2d
a
lb
or
the
other
ones
with
the cherries
in
them
and
the pinky sugar I
Id
a
couple
of
lbs
of
those
a
nice
plant
for
the
middle
of
the table
Id
get
that
cheaper
in
wait
wheres
this
I
saw
them
not
long
ago
I
love
flowers
Id
love
to
have
the
whole
place
swimming
in
roses
God
of
heaven
theres
nothing
like
nature
the wild mountains
then
the
sea
and
the waves rushing
then
the beautiful
country
with
the fields
of
oats
and
wheat
and
all kinds
of
things
and
all the
fine
cattle
going
about
that
would
do
your
heart
good
to
see
rivers
and
lakes
and
flowers all sorts
of
shapes
and
smells
and
colours springing
up
even
out
of
the ditches primroses
and
violets
nature
it
is
as
for
them
saying
theres no
God
I wouldnt
give
a
snap
of
my
two
fingers
for
all
their
learning
why
dont
they
go
and
create
something
I
often
asked
him
atheists
or
whatever
they
call
themselves
go
and
wash
the cobbles
off
themselves
first
then
they
go
howling
for
the
priest
and
they
dying
and
why
why
because
theyre
afraid
of
hell
on
account
of
their
bad
conscience
ah
yes
I
know
them
well
who
was
the first
person
in
the
universe
before there
was
anybody
that
made
it
all
who
ah
that
they
dont
know
neither
do
I
so
there
you
are
they
might
as
well
try
to
stop the
sun
from
rising
tomorrow
the
sun
shines
for
you
he
said the
day
we
were
lying
among
the rhododendrons
on
Howth
head
in
the grey tweed suit
and
his
straw
hat
the
day
I got
him
to
propose
to
me
yes
first I gave
him
the
bit
of
seedcake
out
of
my
mouth
and
it
was
leapyear
like
now
yes
16 years
ago
my
God
after
that
long
kiss
I
near
lost my
breath
yes
he
said I
was
a
flower
of
the
mountain
yes
so
we
are
flowers all
a
womans
body
yes
that
was
one
true
thing
he
said
in
his
life
and
the
sun
shines
for
you
today
yes
that
was
why
I liked
him
because
I
saw
he
understood
or
felt
what
a
woman
is
and
I knew I
could
always
get
round
him
and
I gave
him
all the pleasure I
could
leading
him
on
till
he
asked
me
to
say
yes
and
I wouldnt
answer
first
only
looked
out
over
the
sea
and
the
sky
I
was
thinking
of
so
many
things
he
didnt
know
of
Mulvey
and
Mr Stanhope
and
Hester
and
father
and
old
captain Groves
and
the sailors playing all birds
fly
and
I
say
stoop
and
washing
up
dishes
they
called
it
on
the
pier
and
the sentry
in
front
of
the governors
house
with
the
thing
round
his
white
helmet
poor
devil
half roasted
and
the Spanish girls laughing
in
their
shawls
and
their
tall
combs
and
the auctions
in
the
morning
the Greeks
and
the jews
and
the Arabs
and
the
devil
knows
who
else
from
all the ends
of
Europe
and
Duke
street
and
the
fowl
market
all clucking outside Larby Sharons
and
the
poor
donkeys slipping half
asleep
and
the
vague
fellows
in
the cloaks
asleep
in
the shade
on
the steps
and
the
big
wheels
of
the carts
of
the bulls
and
the
old
castle thousands
of
years
old
yes
and
those
handsome Moors all
in
white
and
turbans
like
kings asking
you
to
sit
down
in
their
little
bit
of
a
shop
and
Ronda
with
the
old
windows
of
the posadas 2 glancing eyes
a
lattice
hid
for
her
lover
to
kiss
the iron
and
the wineshops half
open
at
night
and
the castanets
and
the
night
we
missed the
boat
at
Algeciras the watchman going
about
serene
with
his
lamp
and
O
that
awful
deepdown
torrent
O
and
the
sea
the
sea
crimson sometimes
like
fire
and
the
glorious
sunsets
and
the figtrees
in
the Alameda gardens
yes
and
all the queer
little
streets
and
the
pink
and
blue
and
yellow
houses
and
the rosegardens
and
the
jessamine
and
geraniums
and
cactuses
and
Gibraltar
as
a
girl
where
I
was
a
Flower
of
the
mountain
yes
when
I
put
the
rose
in
my
hair
like
the Andalusian girls used
or
shall
I wear
a
red
yes
and
how
he
kissed
me
under the Moorish
wall
and
I
thought
well
as
well
him
as
another
and
then
I asked
him
with
my eyes
to
ask
again
yes
and
then
he
asked
me
would I
yes
to
say
yes
my
mountain
flower
and
first I
put
my arms
around
him
yes
and
drew
him
down
to
me
so
he
could
feel my breasts all
perfume
yes
and
his
heart
was
going
like
mad
and
yes
I said
yes
I
will
Yes. Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914-1921