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Ulysses

—And here comes the sham squire himself! professor
MacHugh said grandly.
—Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor
said in recognition.

—Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I
must get a drink after that.
—Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before
mass.
—Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come
on, Ned.
Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor’s
blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a
smile.
—Will you join us, Myles? Ned Lambert asked.

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

—North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the
mantelpiece. We won every time! North Cork and
Spanish officers!
—Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a
reflective glance at his toecaps.
—In Ohio! the editor shouted.
—So it was, begad, Ned Lambert agreed.

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