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           Sosayingheskippedaround,nimblyconsidering,franklyatthesametimeapologetictogetonhiscompanion’sright,ahabitofhis,bythebye,hisrightsidebeing,inclassicalidiom,histenderAchilles.ThenightairwascertainlynowatreattobreathethoughStephenwasabitweakonhispins.

           —Itwill(theair)doyougood,Bloomsaid,meaningalsothewalk,inamoment.Theonlythingistowalkthenyou’llfeeladifferentman.Come.It’snotfar.Leanonme.

           AccordinglyhepassedhisleftarminStephen’srightandledhimonaccordingly.

           —Yes,Stephensaiduncertainlybecausehethoughthefeltastrangekindoffleshofadifferentmanapproachhim,sinewlessandwobblyandallthat.

           Anyhowtheypassedthesentryboxwithstones,brazieretc.wherethemunicipalsupernumerary,exGumley,wasstilltoallintentsandpurposeswrappedinthearmsofMurphy,astheadagehasit,dreamingoffreshfieldsandpasturesnew.Andaproposofcoffinofstonestheanalogywasnotatallbadasitwasinfactastoningtodeathonthepartofseventytwooutofeightyoddconstituenciesthatrattedatthetimeofthesplitandchieflythebelaudedpeasantclass,probablytheselfsameevictedtenantshehadputintheirholdings.

           Sotheyturnedontochattingaboutmusic,aformofartforwhichBloom,asapureamateur,possessedthegreatestlove,astheymadetracksarminarmacrossBeresfordplace.