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Ulysses

GERTY: With all my worldly goods I thee and thou.
(She murmurs) You did that. I hate you.
BLOOM: I? When? You’re dreaming. I never saw
you.

THE BAWD: Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat.
Writing the gentleman false letters. Streetwalking and
soliciting. Better for your mother take the strap to you at
the bedpost, hussy like you.
GERTY: (To Bloom) When you saw all the secrets of
my bottom drawer. (She paws his sleeve, slobbering) Dirty
married man! I love you for doing that to me.
(She glides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man’s frieze
overcoat with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her
roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.)
MRS BREEN: Mr ...
BLOOM: (Coughs gravely) Madam, when we last had
this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant ...
MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the
haunts of sin! I caught you nicely! Scamp!
BLOOM: (Hurriedly) Not so loud my name. Whatever
do you think of me? Don’t give me away. Walls have ears.
How do you do? It’s ages since I. You’re looking
splendid. Absolutely it. Seasonable weather we are having
this time of year. Black refracts heat. Short cut home here.

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