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Ulysses

sole along it, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown,
scantily haired.
Mr Bloom beheld it.
Mastering his troubled breath, he said:

—I’ll take this one.
The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.
—Sweets of Sin, he said, tapping on it. That’s a good
one.

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The lacquey by the door of Dillon’s auctionrooms

shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the
chalked mirror of the cabinet.
Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the curbstone, heard the
beats of the bell, the cries of the auctioneer within. Four
and nine. Those lovely curtains. Five shillings. Cosy
curtains. Selling new at two guineas. Any advance on five
shillings? Going for five shillings.
The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:
—Barang!
Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen
to their sprint. J. A. Jackson, W. E. Wylie, A. Munro and

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