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Ulysses

Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the levee. Sir
Bob, I said ...
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (In lowcorsaged opal

balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing a sabletrimmed
brickquilted dolman, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in
her hair) Arrest him, constable. He wrote me an
anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband
was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster
circuit, signed James Lovebirch. He said that he had seen
from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the
Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale. I
deeply inflamed him, he said. He made improper
overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four
p.m. on the following Thursday, Dunsink time. He
offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by
Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The Girl with the Three
Pairs of Stays.
MRS BELLINGHAM: (In cap and seal coney mantle,
wrapped up to the nose, steps out of her brougham and scans
through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside
her huge opossum muff) Also to me. Yes, I believe it is the
same objectionable person. Because he closed my carriage
door outside sir Thornley Stoker’s one sleety day during
the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid

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