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round to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert.
Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical porkers. Molly
did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across
the bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on

show. O saints above, I’m drenched! O, the women in the
front row! O, I never laughed so many! Well, of course
that’s what gives him the base barreltone. For instance
eunuchs. Wonder who’s playing. Nice touch. Must be
Cowley. Musical. Knows whatever note you play. Bad
breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.
Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave
solicitor, George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good
afternoon. She gave her moist (a lady’s) hand to his firm
clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the old dingdong
again.
—Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.
George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand.
Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That
chap in the Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here:
Goulding and I. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins.
Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do. Best value in
Dub.
Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one
together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping

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