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Ulysses

of the government and appointing consuls all over the
world to walk about selling Irish industries. Robbing Peter
to pay Paul. Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old
sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. Give us a bloody

chance. God save Ireland from the likes of that bloody
mouseabout. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. And his old
fellow before him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem
Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself with
the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his
baubles and his penny diamonds. Loans by post on easy
terms. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand.
Distance no object. No security. Gob, he’s like Lanty
MacHale’s goat that’d go a piece of the road with every
one.
—Well, it’s a fact, says John Wyse. And there’s the man
now that’ll tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham.
Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it
and Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or
Crofton, pensioner out of the collector general’s, an
orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he
drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the
country at the king’s expense.
Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted
from their palfreys.

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