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—
Is
the
brother
with
you
,
Malachi
?
—
Down
in
Westmeath
.
With
the
Bannons
.
—
Still
there
?
I
got
a
card
from
Bannon
.
Says
he
found
a
sweet
young
thing
down
there
.
Photo
girl
he
calls
her
.
—
Snapshot
,
eh
?
Brief
exposure
.
Buck
Mulligan
sat
down
to
unlace
his
boots
.
An
elderly
man
shot
up
near
the
spur
of
rock
a
blowing
red
face
.
He
scrambled
up
by
the
stones
,
water
glistening
on
his
pate
and
on
its
garland
of
grey
hair
,
water
rilling
over
his
chest
and
paunch
and
spilling
jets
out
of
his
black
sagging
loincloth
.
Buck
Mulligan
made
way
for
him
to
scramble
past
and
,
glancing
at
Haines
and
Stephen
,
crossed
himself
piously
with
his
thumbnail
at
brow
and
lips
and
breastbone
.
—
Seymour
’
s
back
in
town
,
the
young
man
said
,
grasping
again
his
spur
of
rock
.
Chucked
medicine
and
going
in
for
the
army
.
—
Ah
,
go
to
God
!
Buck
Mulligan
said
.
—
Going
over
next
week
to
stew
.
You
know
that
red
Carlisle
girl
,
Lily
?
