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Ulysses

THE NAVVY: (Shouts)

We are the boys. Of Wexford.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! What price the

sergeantmajor?
PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He’s my pal. I love old
Bennett.
THE NAVVY: (Shouts)

The galling chain.
And free our native land.

(He staggers forward, dragging them with him. Bloom stops,
at fault. The dog approaches, his tongue outlolling, panting)
BLOOM: Wildgoose chase this. Disorderly houses.
Lord knows where they are gone. Drunks cover distance
double quick. Nice mixup. Scene at Westland row. Then
jump in first class with third ticket. Then too far. Train
with engine behind. Might have taken me to Malahide or
a siding for the night or collision. Second drink does it.
Once is a dose. What am I following him for? Still, he’s
the best of that lot. If I hadn’t heard about Mrs Beaufoy
Purefoy I wouldn’t have gone and wouldn’t have met.
Kismet. He’ll lose that cash. Relieving office here. Good

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