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Ulysses

Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking
claspknife quite in keeping with his character and held it
in the striking position.
—In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between

two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind
him. Like that. Prepare to meet your God, says he. Chuk! It
went into his back up to the butt.
His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of
defied their further questions even should they by any
chance want to.
—That’s a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his
formidable stiletto.
After which harrowing denouement sufficient to appal
the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the
weapon in question away as before in his chamber of
horrors, otherwise pocket.
—They’re great for the cold steel, somebody who was
evidently quite in the dark said for the benefit of them all.
That was why they thought the park murders of the
invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them
using knives.
At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of where
ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own
particular way, both instinctively exchanged meaning

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