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           AndhernameisUrsula.

           Laughingagain,hebroughtthemirrorawayfromStephen’speeringeyes.

           —TherageofCalibanatnotseeinghisfaceinamirror,hesaid.IfWildewereonlyalivetoseeyou!

           Drawingbackandpointing,Stephensaidwithbitterness:

           —ItisasymbolofIrishart.Thecrackedlookingglassofaservant.

           BuckMulligansuddenlylinkedhisarminStephen’sandwalkedwithhimroundthetower,hisrazorandmirrorclackinginthepocketwherehehadthrustthem.

           —It’snotfairtoteaseyoulikethat,Kinch,isit?hesaidkindly.Godknowsyouhavemorespiritthananyofthem.

           Parriedagain.HefearsthelancetofmyartasIfearthatofhis.Thecoldsteelpen.

           —Crackedlookingglassofaservant!Tellthattotheoxychapdownstairsandtouchhimforaguinea.He’sstinkingwithmoneyandthinksyou’renotagentleman.HisoldfellowmadehistinbysellingjalaptoZulusorsomebloodyswindleorother.God,Kinch,ifyouandIcouldonlyworktogetherwemightdosomethingfortheisland.Helleniseit.

           Cranly’sarm.Hisarm.

           —Andtothinkofyourhavingtobegfromtheseswine.I’mtheonlyonethatknowswhatyouare.Whydon’tyoutrustmemore?Whathaveyouupyournoseagainstme?IsitHaines?IfhemakesanynoisehereI’llbringdownSeymourandwe’llgivehimaraggingworsethantheygaveCliveKempthorpe.

           YoungshoutsofmoneyedvoicesinCliveKempthorpe’srooms.Palefaces:theyholdtheirribswithlaughter,oneclaspinganother.