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<p>Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast
in bed with a couple of eggs since the <i>City Arms</i> hotel when he used to
be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make
himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had a
great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself and
her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her
methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she had too much old chat in her
about politics and earthquakes and the end of the world let us have a bit of
fun first God help the world if all the women were her sort down on
bathingsuits and lownecks of course nobody wanted her to wear them I suppose
she was pious because no man would look at her twice I hope Ill never be like
her a wonder she didnt want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated
woman certainly and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I
suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always
edging to get up under my petticoats especially then still I like that in him
polite to old women like that and waiters and beggars too hes not proud out of
nothing but not always if ever he got anything really serious the matter with
him its much better for them to go into a hospital where everything is clean
but I suppose Id have to dring it into him for a month yes and then wed have a
hospital nurse next thing on the carpet have him staying there till they throw
him out or a nun maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im
not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman to
get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking
one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the
sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers
the worst old ones she could find at the bottom of the basket anything at all
to get into a mans bedroom with her old maids voice trying to imagine he was
dying on account of her to never see thy face again though he looked more like
a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides I hate
bandaging and dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid
hed get bloodpoisoning but if it was a thing I was sick then wed see what
attention only of course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble they do
yes he came somewhere Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off
his feed thinking of her so either it was one of those night women if it was
down there he was really and the hotel story he made up a pack of lies to hide
it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton
and who else who let me see that big babbyface I saw him and he not long
married flirting with a young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back on
him when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the
impudence to make up to me one time well done to him mouth almighty and his
boiled eyes of all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only
for I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that its some little
bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the sly if they only
knew him as well as I do yes because the day before yesterday he was scribbling
something a letter when I came into the front room to show him Dignams death in
the paper as if something told me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper
pretending to be thinking about business so very probably that was it to
somebody who thinks she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that
at his age especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money
she can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual kissing my
bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws now who he does it with or
knew before that way though Id like to find out so long as I dont have the two
of them under my nose all the time like that slut that Mary we had in Ontario
terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad enough to get the smell
of those painted women off him once or twice I had a suspicion by getting him
to come near me when I found the long hair on his coat without that one when I
went into the kitchen pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough
for them it was all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that
she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in
my house stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 per doz going out to see her
aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had something on
with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he said you have no
proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of oysters but I told her
what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to be alone with her I wouldnt
lower myself to spy on them the garters I found in her room the Friday she was
out that was enough for me a little bit too much her face swelled up on her
with temper when I gave her her weeks notice I saw to that better do without
them altogether do out the rooms myself quicker only for the damn cooking and
throwing out the dirt I gave it to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house
I couldnt even touch him if I thought he was with a dirty barefaced liar and
sloven like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place in
the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt
possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last time
he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a great squeeze
going along by the Tolka in my hand there steals another I just pressed the
back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back singing the young May moon
shes beaming love because he has an idea about him and me hes not such a fool
he said Im dining out and going to the Gaiety though Im not going to give him
the satisfaction in any case God knows hes a change in a way not to be always
and ever wearing the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do it
since I cant do it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a little
alone with him if we were Id let him see my garters the new ones and make him
turn red looking at him seduce him I know what boys feel with that down on
their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour question and
answer would you do this that and the other with the coalman yes with a bishop
yes I would because I told him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me
in the jews temples gardens when I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger
to Dublin what place was it and so on about the monuments and he tired me out
with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is who is in your mind
now tell me who are you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who
the german Emperor is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him
trying to make a whore of me what he never will he ought to give it up now at
this age of his life simply ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it
pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself anyway and it
makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all with all the talk of
the world about it people make its only the first time after that its just the
ordinary do it and think no more about it why cant you kiss a man without going
and marrying him first you sometimes love to wildly when you feel that way so
nice all over you you cant help yourself I wish some man or other would take me
sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long
and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you then I hate that confession when
I used to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father and what harm if he did
where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your person
my child on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was it where you
sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and have done with it what
has that got to do with it and did you whatever way he put it I forget no
father and I always think of the real father what did he want to know for when
I already confessed it to God he had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I
wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the bullneck in his
horsecollar I wonder did he know me in the box I could see his face he couldnt
see mine of course hed never turn or let on still his eyes were red when his
father died theyre lost for a woman of course must be terrible when a man cries
let alone them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of
incense off him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if youre
married hes too careful about himself then give something to H H the pope for a
penance I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I didnt like his slapping
me behind going away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not a horse
or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of his fathers I wonder is he awake
thinking of me or dreaming am I in it who gave him that flower he said he
bought he smelt of some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety
kind of paste they stick their bills up with some liqueur Id like to sip those
richlooking green and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink
with the opera hats I tasted once with my finger dipped out of that American
that had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to keep
himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took the port and
potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt lovely and tired
myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped straight into bed
till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us I thought the heavens were
coming down about us to punish us when I blessed myself and said a Hail Mary
like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end
and then they come and tell you theres no God what could you do if it was
running and rushing about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I
lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see it
brought its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church
mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter
because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the lamp because
he must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red brute of a thing he
has I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst
though his nose is not so big after I took off all my things with the blinds
down after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like iron or some
kind of a thick crowbar standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I
think a few dozen he was in great singing voice no I never in all my life felt
anyone had one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a
whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the
middle of us or like a Stallion driving it up into you because thats all they
want out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had to halfshut
my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in him when I made him
pull out and do it on me considering how big it is so much the better in case
any of it wasnt washed out properly the last time I let him finish it in me
nice invention they made for women for him to get all the pleasure but if
someone gave them a touch of it themselves theyd know what I went through with
Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give
us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a
year as regular as the clock always with a smell of children off her the one
they called budgers or something like a nigger with a shock of hair on it
Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of them
falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be
healthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like elephants or I dont
know what supposing I risked having another not off him though still if he was
married Im sure hed have a fine strong child but I dont know Poldy has more
spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly I suppose it was meeting Josie Powell
and the funeral and thinking about me and Boylan set him off well he can think
what he likes now if thatll do him any good I know they were spooning a bit
when I came on the scene he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of
Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was
on account of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the
standup row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being
a carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about
everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I knew he was
gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed me so much I
couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup things especially
about the body and the inside I often wanted to study up that myself what we
have inside us in that family physician I could always hear his voice talking
when the room was crowded and watch him after that I pretended I had a coolness
on with her over him because he used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever
he asked who are you going to and I said over to Floey and he made me the
present of Byrons poems and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I
could quite easily get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing
he got in with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he
refused to eat the onions I know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the collar
of my blouse or touch him with my veil and gloves on going out 1 kiss then
would send them all spinning however alright well see then let him go to her
she of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love with him
that I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to her and ask her do you love him and
look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool me but he might imagine he was and
make a declaration to her with his plabbery kind of a manner like he did to me
though I had the devils own job to get it out of him though I liked him for
that it showed he could hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on
the pop of asking me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake
theres something I want to say to you only for I put him off letting on I was
in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I let out
too much the night before talking of dreams so I didnt want to let him know
more than was good for him she used to be always embracing me Josie whenever he
was there meaning him of course glauming me over and when I said I washed up
and down as far as possible asking me and did you wash possible the women are
always egging on to that putting it on thick when hes there they know by his
sly eye blinking a bit putting on the indifferent when they come out with
something the kind he is what spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he
was very handsome at that time trying to look like Lord Byron I said I liked
though he was too beautiful for a man and he was a little before we got engaged
afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of laughing
with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling out one after
another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great humour she said yes
because it grigged her because she knew what it meant because I used to tell
her a good bit of what went on between us not all but just enough to make her
mouth water but that wasnt my fault she didnt darken the door much after we
were married I wonder what shes got like now after living with that dotty
husband of hers she had her face beginning to look drawn and run down the last
time I saw her she must have been just after a row with him because I saw on
the moment she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk
about him to run him down what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used
to go to bed with his muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine
having to get into bed with a thing like that that might murder you any moment
what a man well its not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he
does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in wet or shine and always
blacks his own boots too and he always takes off his hat when he comes up in
the street like then and now hes going about in his slippers to look for £
10000 for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that simply
bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off now
what could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry
another of their sex of course hed never find another woman like me to put up
with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows that too at
the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband for
what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was found out on her wasnt she
the downright villain to go and do a thing like that of course some men can be
dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and always the worst word in the world
what do they ask us to marry them for if were so bad as all that comes to yes
because they cant get on without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off
flypaper wasnt it I wonder why they call it that if I asked him hed say its
from the Greek leave us as wise as we were before she must have been madly in
love with the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care
if that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to go
and hang a woman surely are they</p>
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