And w did you do, John? asked Mr Dedalus.
-- I let o keep up my I ullamore in my mout say a obacco juice.
-- ell, John?
-- ell. I let o s content, Kitty OS of it till at last s lady a name t I sully tmas board nor your ears, maam, nor my oing.
ing he bone, asked:
-- And w did you do, John?
-- Do! said Mr Casey. Suck me doo o .
urned aside and made t of spitting.
-- Po , rigo her eye.
o his eye and gave a hoarse scream of pain.
-- O Jesus, Mary and Joseph! says she. Im blinded! Im blinded and drownded!
opped in a fit of couger, repeating:
-- Im blinded entirely.
Mr Dedalus laugo and fro.
Dante looked terribly angry and repeated whey laughed:
-- Very nice! ha! Very nice!
It nice about t in the womans eye.
But ty OS Mr Casey repeat? of Mr Casey te. t ood in talking in a lo trap of nig gone to Dublin by train but a car o t teely road.
e too for one nig t a gentleman on taken off he end.
Mr Dedalus gave a snort of contempt.
-- A is true for tunate priest-ridden race and alill ter.
Uncle Charles shook his head, saying:
-- A bad business! A bad business!
Mr Dedalus repeated:
-- A priest-ridden Godforsaken race!
ed to trait of o .
-- Do you see t old co deateboy. But our clerical friends, t one of t under his mahogany.
Dante broke in angrily:
-- If -ridden race ! touc, says C, for the apple of My eye.
-- And can love our country t to follo o lead us?
-- A traitor to ry! replied Dante. A traitor, an adulterer! ts rue friends of Ireland.
-- ere th? said Mr Casey.
on table and, froruded one finger after another.
-- Didnt tray us in time of ted an address of loyalty to t ts sell tions of try in 1829 in return for cation? Didnt t from t and in t terence Bellew MacManus?
ep to tered a guffaw of coarse scorn.
-- O, by God, li