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“He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.”
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U4.176: scapulars
“Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that? Valuation is only twentyeight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye.”
“Là ci darem with J. C. Doyle, she said, and Love's Old Sweet Song.”
“On the Erin's King that day round the Kish. Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky.”
“Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she went slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the morning. Hurry up, damn it. Make hay while the sun shines. She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed down his nose: they never understand. Sodachapped hands. Crusted toenails too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast.”
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U4.236: Battersby
“Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that? Valuation is only twentyeight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye.”
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U4.283: moustachecup
“The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling. Silly Milly's birthday gift.”
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U4.314: J. C. Doyle
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U4.346: Ruby
“He turned over the smudged pages. Ruby: the Pride of the Ring. Hello. Illustration. Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor naked. Sheet kindly lent. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him with an oath. Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals. Trapeze at Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so they metamspychosis.”
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U4.358: Paul de Kock
— Did you finish it? he asked.
— Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the first fellow all the time?
— Never read it. Do you want another?
— Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
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U4.435: Damned old tub
“On the Erin's King that day round the Kish. Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky.”
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U4.488: Drago's
Advertisement in the Visitor's Guide to Dublin (1907) p. 46.
Hallstand too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the letters. Drago's shopbell ringing. Queer I was just thinking that moment.
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