The lamp on the table shed a weak light over the boarded floor, muddied by the feet of the van-men. --Give me a kiss, she said. "Perhaps she likes it!" "Likes SUCH things--a scrap of an infant!" "Isn't it just a proof of her blessed innocence?" my friend bravely inquired. Mr Dedalus began to sway his head to and fro, crooning like a country singer.
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