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Ulysses

was new got to town from Mullingar with the stage where
his coz and Mal M’s brother will stay a month yet till Saint
Swithin and asks what in the earth he does there, he
bound home and he to Andrew Horne’s being stayed for

to crush a cup of wine, so he said, but would tell him of a
skittish heifer, big of her age and beef to the heel, and all
this while poured with rain and so both together on to
Horne’s. There Leop. Bloom of Crawford’s journal sitting
snug with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon
jun., scholar of my lady of Mercy’s, Vin. Lynch, a Scots
fellow, Will. Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a racer
he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Bloom there for a
languor he had but was now better, be having dreamed
tonight a strange fancy of his dame Mrs Moll with red
slippers on in a pair of Turkey trunks which is thought by
those in ken to be for a change and Mistress Purefoy there,
that got in through pleading her belly, and now on the
stools, poor body, two days past her term, the midwives
sore put to it and can’t deliver, she queasy for a bowl of
riceslop that is a shrewd drier up of the insides and her
breath very heavy more than good and should be a
bullyboy from the knocks, they say, but God give her
soon issue. ‘Tis her ninth chick to live, I hear, and Lady
day bit off her last chick’s nails that was then a

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