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Ulysses

STEPHEN: (Delightedly) A hundred thousand
apologies. (He fumbles again and takes out and hands her two
crowns) Permit, brevi manu, my sight is somewhat troubled.

(Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen
talks to himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty
leans over Zoe’s neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping
Kitty’s waist, adds his head to the group.)
FLORRY: (Strives heavily to rise) Ow! My foot’s asleep.
(She limps over to the table. Bloom approaches.)
BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM:
(Chattering and squabbling) The gentleman ... ten shillings ...
paying for the three ... allow me a moment ... this
gentleman pays separate ... who’s touching it? ... ow! ...
mind who you’re pinching ... are you staying the night or
a short time?... who did?... you’re a liar, excuse me ... the
gentleman paid down like a gentleman ... drink ... it’s long
after eleven.
STEPHEN: (At the pianola, making a gesture of abhorrence)
No bottles! What, eleven? A riddle!
ZOE: (Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign
into the top of her stocking) Hard earned on the flat of my
back.
LYNCH: (Lifting Kitty from the table) Come!
KITTY: Wait. (She clutches the two crowns)

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