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Ulysses

over and these three mornings a quart at fourpence is three
quarts is a shilling. That’s a shilling and one and two is two
and two, sir.
Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with

a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his
legs and began to search his trouser pockets.
—Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him,
smiling.
Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring
faintly the thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a
florin, twisted it round in his fingers and cried:
—A miracle!
He passed it along the table towards the old woman,
saying:
—Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I
give.
Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.
—We’ll owe twopence, he said.
—Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time
enough. Good morning, sir.
She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck
Mulligan’s tender chant:

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