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Ulysses

shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday
then and you had on that new hat of white velours with a
surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to buy
because it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a bit

of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and I’ll lay you what
you like she did it on purpose ...
MRS BREEN: She did, of course, the cat! Don’t tell
me! Nice adviser!
BLOOM: Because it didn’t suit you one quarter as well
as the other ducky little tammy toque with the bird of
paradise wing in it that I admired on you and you honestly
looked just too fetching in it though it was a pity to kill it,
you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a thing with a
heart the size of a fullstop.
MRS BREEN: (Squeezes his arm, simpers) Naughty
cruel I was!
BLOOM: (Low, secretly, ever more rapidly) And Molly
was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of Mrs Joe
Gallaher’s lunch basket. Frankly, though she had her
advisers or admirers, I never cared much for her style. She
was ...
MRS BREEN: Too ...
BLOOM: Yes. And Molly was laughing because
Rogers and Maggot O’Reilly were mimicking a cock as

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