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           Twoshaftsofsoftdaylightfellacrosstheflaggedfloorfromthehighbarbacans:andatthemeetingoftheirraysacloudofcoalsmokeandfumesoffriedgreasefloated,turning.

           —We’llbechoked,BuckMulligansaid.Haines,openthatdoor,willyou?

           Stephenlaidtheshavingbowlonthelocker.Atallfigurerosefromthehammockwhereithadbeensitting,wenttothedoorwayandpulledopentheinnerdoors.

           —Haveyouthekey?avoiceasked.

           —Dedalushasit,BuckMulligansaid.JaneyMack,I’mchoked!

           Hehowled,withoutlookingupfromthefire:

           —Kinch!

           —It’sinthelock,Stephensaid,comingforward.

           Thekeyscrapedroundharshlytwiceand,whentheheavydoorhadbeensetajar,welcomelightandbrightairentered.Hainesstoodatthedoorway,lookingout.Stephenhaledhisupendedvalisetothetableandsatdowntowait.BuckMulligantossedthefryontothedishbesidehim.Thenhecarriedthedishandalargeteapotovertothetable,setthemdownheavilyandsighedwithrelief.

           —I’mmelting,hesaid,asthecandleremarkedwhen...But,hush!Notawordmoreonthatsubject!Kinch,wakeup!Bread,butter,honey.Haines,comein.Thegrubisready.Blessus,OLord,andthesethygifts.Where’sthesugar?O,jay,there’snomilk.

           Stephenfetchedtheloafandthepotofhoneyandthebuttercoolerfromthelocker.BuckMulligansatdowninasuddenpet.

           —Whatsortofakipisthis?hesaid.Itoldhertocomeaftereight.

           —Wecandrinkitblack,Stephensaidthirstily.There’salemoninthelocker.

           —O,damnyouandyourParisfads!BuckMulligansaid.IwantSandycovemilk.