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A slave passed him a guitar; he touched the strings and sang with good taste a song in questionable taste: "Jeanneton prend sa fauçille." A delicate melody and neatly done; yet the verse "Le deuxième plus habile L'embrassant sous le menton" made me redden, and the envoi nigh burned me alive with blushes, yet was rapturously applauded, and the patroon fell a-choking with his gross laughter.
They don't care who he is; they want a man. But they won't get me!" And he warned us to beware. Les femmes, quoth the Machine-Fixer, who had been many times an eye-witness of this proceeding, lined up talking and laughing and crime of crimes smoking cigarettes, outside the bureau of M. le Medecin Major. "Une femme entre. Elle se leve les jupes jusqu'au menton et se met sur le banc.
In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the glare. John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it.
Several legal personages, whose names I will not menton, indulged, even publicly, in a strain of invective against me which ought to have excluded them from any court dealing with questions of human dignity and morality.
We hung awkwardly over our sense of that. It was Verrall, I think, who shaped the thought for me, and said that to-morrow then we must meet and say good-bye, and so turned our encounter into a transitory making of arrangements. We settled we would come to the inn at Menton, all three of us, and take our midday meal together. . . . Yes, it was clear that was all we had to say now. . . .
That was what we and a thousand million others were discussing. . . . It chances that this last meeting with Nettie is inseparably associated I don't know why with the landlady of the Menton inn. The Menton inn was one of the rare pleasant corners of the old order; it was an inn of an unusual prosperity, much frequented by visitors from Shaphambury, and given to the serving of lunches and teas.
What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery line? I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls. Ned Lambert smiled. Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper. In God's name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like that for? She had plenty of game in her then. Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.
And Menton, too, the young doctor, as keen on the work as Brooks himself, but paid for his evenings under protest, overhears the address why, it was only a yard or two. He would run back with the man and have a look at his wife. He had some physic he felt sure it was just what she wanted.
Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is behind. He put down his name for a quid. I'll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world. How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what? Many a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh. They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel.
I want to show you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between Lobengula and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeing, mind you. Come along. I saw John Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall if I don't... Wait awhile... We're on the right lay, Bob, believe you me. For a few days tell him, Father Cowley said anxiously.
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