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Ulysses

FLORRY: And me?
LYNCH: Hoopla! (He lifts her, carries her and bumps her
down on the sofa.)

STEPHEN:

The fox crew, the cocks flew,
The bells in heaven
Were striking eleven.
‘Tis time for her poor soul
To get out of heaven.

BLOOM: (Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between
bella and florry) So. Allow me. (He takes up the poundnote)
Three times ten. We’re square.
BELLA: (Admiringly) You’re such a slyboots, old cocky.
I could kiss you.
ZOE: (Points) Him? Deep as a drawwell. (Lynch bends
Kitty back over the sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the
poundnote to Stephen.)
BLOOM: This is yours.
STEPHEN: How is that? Les distrait or absentminded
beggar. (He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful
of coins. An object fills.) That fell.
BLOOM: (Stooping, picks up and hands a box of matches)
This.

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