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           Doyouknowwhatyoulooklike?

           Helethisheadsinksuddenlydownandforward,hunchinghisshouldersanddroppinghisunderjaw.

           —Giveitup,father,Dillysaid.Allthepeoplearelookingatyou.

           MrDedalusdrewhimselfuprightandtuggedagainathismoustache.

           —Didyougetanymoney?Dillyasked.

           —WherewouldIgetmoney?MrDedalussaid.Thereisno-oneinDublinwouldlendmefourpence.

           —Yougotsome,Dillysaid,lookinginhiseyes.

           —Howdoyouknowthat?MrDedalusasked,histongueinhischeek.

           MrKernan,pleasedwiththeorderhehadbooked,walkedboldlyalongJames’sstreet.

           —Iknowyoudid,Dillyanswered.WereyouintheScotchhousenow?

           —Iwasnot,then,MrDedalussaid,smiling.Wasitthelittlenunstaughtyoutobesosaucy?Here.

           Hehandedherashilling.

           —Seeifyoucandoanythingwiththat,hesaid.

           —Isupposeyougotfive,Dillysaid.Givememorethanthat.

           —Waitawhile,MrDedalussaidthreateningly.You’reliketherestofthem,areyou?Aninsolentpackoflittlebitchessinceyourpoormotherdied.Butwaitawhile.You’llallgetashortshriftandalongdayfromme.Lowblackguardism!I’mgoingtogetridofyou.Wouldn’tcareifIwasstretchedoutstiff.He’sdead.Themanupstairsisdead.

           Heleftherandwalkedon.Dillyfollowedquicklyandpulledhiscoat.

           —Well,whatisit?hesaid,stopping.

           Thelacqueyranghisbellbehindtheirbacks.

           —Barang!

           —Curseyourbloodyblatantsoul,MrDedaluscried,turningonhim.

           Thelacquey,awareofcomment,shookthelollingclapperofhisbellbutfeebly:

           —Bang!

           MrDedalusstaredathim.