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Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook.

(Points to his hand.) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twenty two years age. I was sixteen.

I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.

See? Moves to one great goal. I am twentytwo too. Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled, twentytwo years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (He winces.) Hurt my hand somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?

What?

(Jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers.) Haw, haw, have you the horn?

(To Florry.) Whisper.

(Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw, set sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan, in a yachtsman’s cap and