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Passing out he whispered to J. J. O’Molloy:
—Incipient jigs. Sad case.
—Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his
uplifted scarlet face. My Ohio!
—A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and
long.
O, HARP EOLIAN!
He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket
and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two
and two of his resonant unwashed teeth.
—Bingbang, bangbang.
Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner
door.
—Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to
phone about an ad.
He went in.
—What about that leader this evening? professor
MacHugh asked, coming to the editor and laying a firm
hand on his shoulder.
—That’ll be all right, Myles Crawford said more
calmly. Never you fret. Hello, Jack. That’s all right.
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