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           IwaswithhimnolaterthanFridaylastorThursdaywasitintheArch.Yes,hesaid.He’sgone.HediedonMonday,poorfellow.

           Watch!Watch!Silkflashrichstockingswhite.Watch!

           Aheavytramcarhonkingitsgongslewedbetween.

           Lostit.Curseyournoisypugnose.Feelslockedoutofit.Paradiseandtheperi.Alwayshappeninglikethat.Theverymoment.GirlinEustacestreethallwayMondaywasitsettlinghergarter.Herfriendcoveringthedisplayof.Espritdecorps.Well,whatareyougapingat?

           —Yes,yes,MrBloomsaidafteradullsigh.Anothergone.

           —Oneofthebest,M’Coysaid.

           Thetrampassed.TheydroveofftowardstheLoopLinebridge,herrichglovedhandonthesteelgrip.Flicker,flicker:thelaceflareofherhatinthesun:flicker,flick.

           —Wifewell,Isuppose?M’Coy’schangedvoicesaid.

           —O,yes,MrBloomsaid.Tiptop,thanks.

           Heunrolledthenewspaperbatonidlyandreadidly:

           Whatishomewithout

           Plumtree’sPottedMeat?

           Incomplete.

           Withitanabodeofbliss.

           —Mymissushasjustgotanengagement.Atleastit’snotsettledyet.

           Valisetackagain.Bythewaynoharm.I’moffthat,thanks.

           MrBloomturnedhislargeliddedeyeswithunhastyfriendliness.

           —Mywifetoo,hesaid.She’sgoingtosingataswaggeraffairintheUlsterHall,Belfast,onthetwentyfifth.

           —Thatso?M’Coysaid.Gladtohearthat,oldman.Who’sgettingitup?

           MrsMarionBloom.Notupyet.Queenwasinherbedroomeatingbreadand.Nobook.Blackenedcourtcardslaidalongherthighbysevens.Darkladyandfairman.Letter.Catfurryblackball.Tornstripofenvelope.