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And leave it to my hands； she said。
Try it with the glycerine； Miss Kennedy advised。
Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce
Those things only bring out a rash； replied； reseated。 I asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin。
Miss Kennedy； pouring now fulldrawn tea； grimaced and prayed：
O； don't remind me of him for mercy'sake！
But wait till I tell you； Miss Douce entreated。
Sweet tea Miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers。
No； don't； she cried。
I won't listen； she cried。
But Bloom？
Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone：
For your what？ says he。
Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear； to speak： but said； but prayed again：
Don't let me think of him or I'll expire。 The hideous old wretch！ That night in the Antient Concert Rooms。
She sipped distastefully her brew； hot tea； a sip； sipped sweet tea。
Here he was； Miss Douce said； cocking her bronze head three quarters； ruffling her nosewings。 Hufa！ Hufa！
Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from Miss Kennedy's throat。 Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a shout in quest。
O！ shrieking； Miss Kennedy cried。 Will you ever forget bis goggle eye？
Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter； shouting：
And your other eye！
Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name。 Why do I always think Figather？ Gathering figs I think。 And Prosper Loré's huguenot name。 By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by。 Bluerobed； white under； e to me。 God they believe she is： or goddess。 Those today。 I could not see。 That fellow spoke。 A student。 After with Dedalus' son。 He might be Mulligan。 All ely virgins。 That brings those rakes of fellows in： her white。
By went his eyes。 The sweets of sin。 Sweet are the sweets。
Of sin。
In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended； Douce with Kennedy your other eye。 They threw young heads back； bronze gigglegold； to let freefly their laughter； screaming； your other； signals to each Other； high piercing notes。
Ah； panting； sighing。 Sighing； ah； fordone their mirth died down。
Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again； raised； drank a sip and giggle…giggled。 Miss Douce； bending again over the teatray； ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes。 Again Kennygiggles； stooping her fair pinnacles of hair； stooping； her tortoise napeb showed； spluttered out of her mouth her tea； choking in tea and laughter； coughing with choking； crying：
O greasy eyes！ Imagine being married to a man like that； she cried。 With his bit of beard！
Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell； a full yell of full woman； delight； joy； indignation。
Married to the greasy nose！ she yelled。
Shrill； with deep laughter； after bronze in gold； they urged each other to peal after peal； ringing in changes； bronzegold goldbronze； shrilldeep； to laughter after laughter： And then laughed more。 Greasy I knows。 Exhausted； breathless their shaken heads they laid； braided and pinnacled by glossybed； against the counterledge。 All flushed （O！）； panting； sweating （O！）； all breathless。
Married to Bloom； to greaseaseabloom。
O saints above！ Miss Douce said； sighed above her jumping rose。 I wished I hadn't laughed so much。 I feel all wet。
O； Miss Douce！ Miss Kennedy protested。 You horrid thing！
And flushed yet more （you horrid！）； more goldenly。
By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom； by Ceppi's virgins； bright of their oils。 Nannetti's father hawked those things about； wheedling at doors as I。 Religion pays。 Must see him about Keyes's par。 Eat first。 I want。 Not yet。 At four； she said。 Time ever passing。 Clockhands turning。 On。 Where eat？ The Clarence； Dolphin。 On。 For Raoul。 Eat。 If I net five guineas with those ads。 The violet silk petticoats。 Not yet。 The sweets of sin。
Flushed less； still less； goldenly paled。
Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus。 Chips； picking chips off one of his rocky thumbnails。 Chips。 He strolled。
O wele back； Miss Douce。
He held her hand。 Enjoyed her holidays？。
Tiptop。
He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor。
Gorgeous； she said。 Look at the holy show I am。 Lying out on the strand all day。
Bronze whiteness。
That was exceedingly naughty of you； Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand indulgently。 Tempting poor simple males。
Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away。
O go away； she said。 You're very simple； I don't think。
He was。
Well now； I am； he mused。 I looked so simple in the cradle they christened me simple Simon。
You must have been a doaty； Miss Douce made answer。 And what did the doctor order today？
Well now； he mused； whatever you say yourself。 I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky。
Jingle。
With the greatest alacrity； Miss Douce agreed。
With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself。 With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her crystal keg。 Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe。 Alacrity she served。 He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes。
By Jove； he mused。 I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains。 Must be a great tonic in the air down there。 But a long threatening es at last； they say。 Yes； yes。
Yes。 He fingered shreds of hair； her maidenhair； her mermaid's； into the bowl。 Chips。 Shreds。 Musing。 Mute。
None not said nothing。 Yes。
Gaily Miss Douce polished a tumbler； trilling：
O； Idolores； queen of the eastern seas！
Was Mr Lidwell in today？
In came Lenehan。 Round him peered Lenehan。 Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge。 Yes； Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex。 To Martha I must write。 Buy paper。 Daly's。 Girl there civil。 Bloom。 Old Bloom。 Blue Bloom is on the rye。
He was in at lunchtime； Miss Douce said。
Lenehan came forward。
Was Mr Boylan looking for me？
He asked。 She answered：
Miss Kennedy； was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs？
She asked。 Miss voice of Kennedy answered； a second teacup poised； her gaze upon a page。
No。 He was not。
Miss gaze of Kennedy； heard not seen； read on。 Lenehan round the sandwichbell wound his round body round。
Peep！ Who's in the corner？
No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures。 To mind her stops。 To read only the black ones： round o and crooked ess。
Jingle jaunty jingle。
Girlgold she read and did not glance。 Take no notice。 She took no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her； plappering flatly：
Ah fox met ah stork。 Said thee fox too thee stork： Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone？
He droned in vain。 Miss Douce turned to her tea aside。
He sighed； aside：
Ah me！ O my！
He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod。
Greetings from the famous son of a famous father。
Who may he be？ Mr Dedalus asked。
Lenehan opened most genial arms。 Who？
Who may he be？ he asked。 Can you ask？ Stephen； the youthful bard。
Dry。
Mr Dedalus； famous fighter； laid by his dry filled pipe。
I see； he said。 I didn't recognize him for the moment。 I hear he is keeping very select pany。 Have you seen him lately？
He had。
I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day； said Lenehan。 In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer。 H