--There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send
him to the Isle of Man out of harm's way but when they were both ...
--What? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?
--Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried
to drown ...
--Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!
Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
--No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself ...
Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:
--Reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on their
way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and
over the wall with him into the Liffey.
--For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
--Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and
fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the
father on the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.
--Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is ...
--And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for
saving his son's life.
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