the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to get at I suppose
theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides I dont like being alone in this big
barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have to put up with it I never brought
a bit of salt in even when we moved in the confusion musical academy he was
going to make on the first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private
hotel he suggested go and ruin himself altogether the way his father did
down in Ennis like all the things he told father he was going to do and me but
I saw through him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the honeymoon
Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he had a picture cut
out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said whatever I
liked he was going to do immediately if not sooner will you be my man will
you carry my can he ought to get a leather medal with a putty rim for all the
plans he invents then leaving us here all day youd never know what old beggar
at the door for a crust with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot
in the way to prevent me shutting it like that picture of that hardened criminal
he was called in Lloyd’s Weekly News 20 years in jail then he comes out and
murders an old woman for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or
whoever she is such a face youd run miles away from I couldnt rest easy till
I bolted all the doors and windows to make sure but its worse again being locked
up like in a prison or a madhouse they ought to be all shot or the cat of nine
tails a big brute like that that would attack a poor old woman to murder her in her
bed Id cut them off so I would not that hed be much use still better than nothing
the night I was sure I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his
shirt with a candle and a poker as if he was looking for a mouse as white as a
sheet frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could for the
burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows still its the
feeling especially now with Milly away such an idea for him to send the girl
down there to learn to take photographs on account of his grandfather instead
of sending her to skerrys academy where shed have to learn not like me getting
all at school only hed do a thing like that all the same on account of me and
Boylan thats why he did it Im certain the way he plots and plans everything out
I couldnt turn round with her in the place lately unless I bolted the door first
gave me the fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair against
the door just as I was washing myself there below with the glove get on your
nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase with two at a time to
look at her it he knew she broke off the hand off that little gimcrack statue
with her roughness and carelessness before she left that I got that little Italian
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