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Ulysses

The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious
policemen, out of Parkgate.
—I’m sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.
The lacquey banged loudly.

Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to
himself with a pursing mincing mouth gently:
—The little nuns! Nice little things! O, sure they
wouldn’t do anything! O, sure they wouldn’t really! Is it
little sister Monica!

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From the sundial towards James’s gate walked Mr
Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked for
Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James’s street, past
Shackleton’s offices. Got round him all right. How do you
do, Mr Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be
up in your other establishment in Pimlico. How are things
going? Just keeping alive. Lovely weather we’re having.
Yes, indeed. Good for the country. Those farmers are
always grumbling. I’ll just take a thimbleful of your best
gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible affair
that General Slocum explosion. Terrible, terrible! A
thousand casualties. And heartrending scenes. Men

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