oice cried:

    -- Aleman, your o oday, gentleman. Buy t lovely buncleman?

    ted to instant images of guilelessness, and ed till the image had vanished and he saw only her ragged dress and damp coarse hair and hoydenish face.

    -- Do, gentleman! Dont forget your own girl, sir!

    -- I ephen.

    -- Buy them lovely ones, will you, sir? Only a penny.

    -- Did you  I said? asked Stepowards her.

    I told you I ell you again now.

    -- ell, sure, you er an instant.

    -- Possibly, said Step I dont t likely.

    --   imacy migurn to jibing and  of to anotourist from England or a student of trinity. Grafton Street, along  of discouraged poverty. In t treet a slab  to tone and   its laying. terness t scene of taribute. tes in a brake and one, a plump smiling young man, ick, a card on he words: Vive lIrlande!

    But trees in Step of rain and ts mortal odour, a faint incense rising ups. t venal city o a faint mortal odour rising from t in a moment ion ot of Buck Egan and Burnchapel haley.

    It oo late to go upstairs to took to t re. t but not unc it  unc because  in Buck ime t staircase t ra-territorial and o have receded in space.

    re and ed in t t struggled ty s leanness and greyness  it udies ligeply and approache fireplace.

    -- Good morning, sir! Can I help you?

    t looked up quickly and said:

    -- One moment no in ligs and s.

    -- I ry to learn it, said Stephen.

    -- Not too muc ask, t is one of ts.