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Ulysses

said she (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her
to her tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her
tongue the outer chamber of my ear), the first is a bath ...
But at this point a bell tinkling in the hall cut short a

discourse which promised so bravely for the enrichment of
our store of knowledge.
Amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell
rang and, while all were conjecturing what might be the
cause, Miss Callan entered and, having spoken a few
words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, retired with a
profound bow to the company. The presence even for a
moment among a party of debauchees of a woman endued
with every quality of modesty and not less severe than
beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of the most
licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak
of ribaldry. Strike me silly, said Costello, a low fellow who
was fuddled. A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! I’ll be
sworn she has rendezvoused you. What, you dog? Have
you a way with them? Gad’s bud, immensely so, said Mr
Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater
hospice. Demme, does not Doctor O’Gargle chuck the
nuns there under the chin. As I look to be saved I had it
from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time
these seven months. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried the

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