Улисс
Chapter 1
Reclaimthewholeplace.Growpeasinthatcornerthere.Lettuce.Alwayshavefreshgreensthen.Stillgardenshavetheirdrawbacks.ThatbeeorbluebottlehereWhitmonday.
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Asquatonthecuckstoolhefoldedouthispaper,turningitspagesoveronhisbaredknees.Somethingnewandeasy.Nogreathurry.Keepitabit.Ourprizetitbit:Matcham’sMasterstroke.WrittenbyMrPhilipBeaufoy,Playgoers’Club,London.Paymentattherateofoneguineaacolumnhasbeenmadetothewriter.Threeandahalf.Threepoundsthree.Threepounds,thirteenandsix.
Quietlyheread,restraininghimself,thefirstcolumnand,yieldingbutresisting,beganthesecond.
