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—The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She’s a gamey mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God, I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. _And what star is that, Poldy?_ says she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. _That one, is it?_ says Chris Callinan, _sure that’s only what you might call a pinprick._ By God, he wasn’t far wide of the mark.