what a robber too that lovely fresh place I bought I think Ill get a bit
of fish tomorrow or today is it Friday yes I will with some blancmange with
black currant jam like long ago not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple
from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for
the bones I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a nice piece of cod Im always
getting enough for 3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that everlasting butchers
meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and
calfs pluck the very name is enough or a picnic suppose we all gave 5/ each and or
let him pay and invite some other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and drove
out to the furry glen or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the
horses toenails first like he does with the letters no not with Boylan there
yes with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses
down at the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its as hot as blazes
he says not a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out
for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit him better
the seaside but Id never again in this life get into a boat with him after him at Bray
telling the boatmen he knew how to row if anyone asked could he ride the
steeplechase for the gold cup hed say yes then it came on to get rough the old
thing crookeding about and the weight all down my side telling me to pull the
right reins now pull the left and the tide all swamping in floods in through
through the bottom and his oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy we werent
all drowned he can swim of course me no theres no danger whatsoever keep
yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to have tattered them down off
him before all the people and give him what that one calls flagellate till he
was black and blue do him all the good in the world only for that longnosed
chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of the City
Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip always where he
wasnt wanted if there was a row on youd vomit a better face there was
no love lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder what kind is that
book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other
Mr de Kock I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with
his tube from one woman to another I couldnt even change my new white
shoes all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I had with that feather
all blowy and tossed on me how annoying and provoking because the smell
of the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay
round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens baskets old
Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the tall old chap with
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