-- to arrange it. I mean about Belvedere.

    -- Of course  I tell you he order now?

    -- I never liked to tian brothers myself, said Mrs Dedalus.

    -- Cian brot ink and Micky Mud? No, let ick to ts in Gods name since o er years. t can get you a position.

    -- And t they, Simon?

    -- Ratell you. You saable at Clongowes. Fed up, by God, like gamecocks.

    Mr Dedalus puse over to Step .

    -- Noep put your so the wheel, old chap. Youve had a fine long holiday.

    -- O, Im sure h him.

    -- O,  about Maurice, said Mr Dedalus. o send you to a college . cat. And Ill buy you a nice little penny o keep your nose dry. ont t be grand fun?

    Maurice grinned at  her.

    Mr Dedalus screep answering hers gaze.

    -- By t lengtor, or provincial ratelling me t story about you and Fat thief, he said.

    -- O, , Simon!

    -- Not   account of tting, you knoold me  t job in tion? But I `Il tell you t after. ell, as I ing ae friendly and ill, and told me tory.

    -- And was he annoyed, Simon?

    -- Annoyed? Not tle chap! he said.

    Mr Dedalus imitated tone of the provincial.

    Fatold t dinner about it, Fat laug. You better mind yourself Fat. ha! ha! ha!

    Mr Dedalus turned to erjected in ural voice:

    -- S in  for your life, for diplomacy!

    ed:

    -- I told t dinner about it and Faty laugoget. ha! ha! ha!

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