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1. Telemachus

[131] —Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily.

[135] think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and

[136] pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you....

[149] a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its

[150] loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her

[155] stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had

[156] torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.

[200] her all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi.

[201] Lead him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.

[240] expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit

[299] down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why?

[301] the wrong way. To me it’s all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral

[303] picks buttercups off the quilt. Humour her till it’s over. You crossed

[304] her last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because I don’t whinge

[359] Her door was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity

[360] I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those

[365] Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk,

[366] a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny

[367] window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the

[377] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his

[378] brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had

[380] roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely

[384] In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its

[385] loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath,

[388] Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me

[389] alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured

[390] face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on

[391] their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. Liliata rutilantium te

[484] —What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.

[553] But, hising up her petticoats...

[566] —To whom? Mulligan said, glancing at her. Ah, to be sure!

[577] He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white

[581] Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her

[582] toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed

[583] about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old

[584] woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of

[585] an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common

[587] whether he could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour.

[594] He drank at her bidding.

[596] —If we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat

[607] Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice

[608] that speaks to her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she

[610] is of her but her woman’s unclean loins, of man’s flesh made not in

[612] bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

[614] —Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.

[618] Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.

[638] milkcan on her forearm and about to go.

[640] Haines said to her:

[642] —Have you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn’t we?

[667] Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

[737] —I see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.

[969] and menaced her heresiarchs. A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres

[977] of the church, Michael’s host, who defend her ever in the hour of

[1009] thing down there. Photo girl he calls her.

2. Nestor

[1221] brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of

[1323] snail’s bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in

[1324] her heart. But for her the race of the world would have trampled him

[1326] blood drained from her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in

[1354] objective genitive. With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed

[1568] nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.

[1614] jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are

[1680] the strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough’s wife and her leman,

3. Proteus

[1814] Number one swung lourdily her midwife’s bag, the other’s gamp poked

[1817] of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Creation from nothing.

[1830] with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.

[1946] that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the

[2043] Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets. Moist pith of

[2044] farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the

[2046] kerchiefed housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand.

[2086] I’ll show you my likeness one day. I was, faith. Lover, for her love

[2094] nicey comfy without her outcast man, madame in rue Gît-le-Cœur, canary

[2182] save her. Waters: bitter death: lost.

[2184] A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.

[2232] ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and

[2233] shellgrit crusted her bare feet. About her windraw face hair trailed.

[2234] Behind her lord, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. When night hides

[2235] her body’s flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway

[2236] where dogs have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in

[2237] O’Loughlin’s of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogues’ rum lingo,

[2238] for, O, my dimber wapping dell! A shefiend’s whiteness under her

[2255] schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering,

[2256] moondrawn, in her wake. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not

[2258] In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed,

[2261] to her mouth’s kiss.

[2263] Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.

[2264] No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth’s kiss.

[2266] His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her moomb.

[2290] sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the

[2293] She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue

[2294] hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of

[2297] were going to write. Keen glance you gave her. Wrist through the

[2298] braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with a grief

[2344] lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a

[2391] air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees,

4. Calypso

[2415] her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the

[2422] her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off

[2436] the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her

[2437] tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his

[2446] Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder

[2447] what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.

[2454] She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively

[2455] and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits

[2456] narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to

[2467] He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this

[2494] Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Wonder what her father gave for

[2510] No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled

[2534] her doorway. She calls her children home in their dark language.

[2600] the items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound

[2601] and a half of Denny’s sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips.

[2604] clothesline. She does whack it, by George. The way her crooked skirt

[2623] The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime

[2628] She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.

[2633] Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she went

[2634] slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the

[2638] toenails too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.

[2640] another: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles’ Lane. They like

[2715] the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her

[2729] yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

[2738] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her

[2743] Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her

[2744] glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.

[2748] She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.

[2759] But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled

[2775] hungrily against him. Give her too much meat she won’t mouse. Say they

[2777] her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He

[2786] wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces

[2787] of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.

[2792] Than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden.

[2801] it? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it

[2810] the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft

[2811] bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat’s udder. The warmth

[2812] of her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the

[2828] Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves

[2833] She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:

[2839] Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled

[2845] Other stocking. Her petticoat.

[2857] She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and,

[2858] having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the

[2865] He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.

[2876] He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes.

[2896] She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways.

[2907] The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Better remind

[2908] her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An example?

[2912] in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I gave

[2922] Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her,

[2923] inhaling through her arched nostrils.

[2972] Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first

[2980] Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the

[2981] XL Café about the bracelet. Wouldn’t eat her cakes or speak or look.

[2989] piece of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Destiny.

[2993] her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little.

[2995] Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf

[2996] loose in the wind with her hair.

[3008] Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling,

[3016] Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass

[3021] The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper,

[3023] Wants to go out. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Let her wait.

[3024] Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear

[3025] with her back to the fire too.

[3042] Listening, he heard her voice:

[3063] Hallstand too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the

[3103] her nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.15.

[3106] speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot.

[3108] Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Morning

[3111] then night hours. Washing her teeth. That was the first night. Her head

[3112] dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.

[3115] mirror was in shadow. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen

[3116] vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. Lines in her eyes.

5. Lotus Eaters

[3156] with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her

[3163] with his eyes shut. Corny. Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a

[3164] lark. Police tout. Her name and address she then told with my

[3201] He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her

[3219] letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.

[3275] stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her,

[3278] stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty

[3281] Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch

[3282] out of her.

[3287] Doran Lyons in Conway’s. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came

[3300] strings to her bow.

[3322] street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering

[3329] The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich

[3330] gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her

[3357] Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and.

[3358] No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens. Dark lady

[3414] Bandmann Palmer. Like to see her again in that. Hamlet she played last

[3447] carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.

[3461] A wise tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Pity to

[3462] disturb them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her.

[3512] Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:

[3519] O, Mairy lost the pin of her drawers.

[3523] It? Them. Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all

[3535] strange customs. The other one, jar on her head, was getting the supper:

[3538] trottingmatches. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and

[3595] neatly into her mouth. Her hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat

[3597] to put it into her mouth, murmuring all the time. Latin. The next one.

[3625] I.H.S. Molly told me one time I asked her. I have sinned: or no: I have

[3629] a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be here

[3630] with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on the

[3656] Footdrill stopped. Could hear a pin drop. I told her to pitch her voice

[3686] and immaculate virgin. Joseph, her spouse. Peter and Paul. More

[3692] down at her ring to find an excuse. Whispering gallery walls have ears.

[3695] Mary. Flowers, incense, candles melting. Hide her blushes. Salvation

[3729] Prescott’s dyeworks: a widow in her weeds. Notice because I’m in

[3769] It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.

[3773] Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to

[3774] her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my

6. Hades

[3908] peeping. Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she

[3966] of dung, the wise child that knows her own father.

[3983] mother or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as

[3988] —I won’t have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A

[4003] Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her.

[4011] Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping

[4120] for her.

[4136] I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it

[4163] He’s coming in the afternoon. Her songs.

[4212] —Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we’ll have all

[4235] her hair, humming: voglio e non vorrei. No: vorrei e non. Looking at

[4236] the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. Mi trema un poco il.

[4237] Beautiful on that tre her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle.

[4245] quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of

[4414] of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the

[4454] terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the

[4455] spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die. Nice young student

[4598] They love reading about it. Man’s head found in a garden. Her clothing

[4599] consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used.

[4604] without letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once

[4646] hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl’s face stained with

[4647] dirt and tears, holding the woman’s arm, looking up at her for a sign

[4692] outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must

[4694] world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you’ll soon follow

[4698] in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of

[4699] hearts. All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the

[4702] lie no more in her warm bed.

[4827] —Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll soon be

[4828] stretched beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.

[4904] —O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven’t seen her for some

[4905] time. She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen

[4920] like that for? She had plenty of game in her then.

[4983] before her. It might thrill her first. Courting death. Shades of night

[4988] Gas of graves. Want to keep her mind off it to conceive at all. Women

[4989] especially are so touchy. Tell her a ghost story in bed to make her

[5105] death showing him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act

[5222] pound. Or a woman’s with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew.

7. Aeolus

[5833] the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence...

[6437] Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss? How do you know? Why did you

[6650] is weak and few are her children: Egypt is an host and terrible are her

[6763] tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records. Quicker,

[6791] lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a lady who got

8. Lestrygonians

[7020] Must be selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the

[7029] those fellows if you could pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her.

[7070] His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand. Australians

[7127] her about the transmigration. O rocks!

[7162] suited her small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love

[7163] by her eyes. Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed

[7164] her at her devotions that morning. But glad to communicate with the

[7170] buttering themselves in and out. Molly tasting it, her veil up. Sister?

[7187] Flies’ picnic too. Never put a dress on her back like it. Fitted her

[7189] Rabbitpie we had that day. People looking after her.

[7193] American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny

[7205] Bartell d’Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home

[7206] after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her

[7209] Windy night that was I went to fetch her there was that lodge meeting on

[7211] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music

[7213] Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin

[7214] linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell

[7216] may be for never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar

[7217] up. Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo! Blew up all her

[7218] skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed

[7220] those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she

[7221] liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth

[7222] unclamping the busk of her stays: white.

[7224] Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her.

[7225] Always liked to let her self out. Sitting there after till near two

[7226] taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy.

[7233] —No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven’t seen her for

[7239] —Go away! Isn’t that grand for her?

[7257] May as well get her sympathy.

[7273] Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn’t lost them anyhow.

[7282] they’d taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot arab

[7287] Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a guard on

[7297] Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in

[7302] Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.

[7312] She took a folded postcard from her handbag.

[7328] She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

[7331] best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that dowdy toque: three old

[7333] tasty dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than

[7336] See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex.

[7338] He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.

[7340] pastry on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her

[7357] lying-in hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She’s three

[7367] His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in

[7371] terrible for her.

[7377] Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her:

[7404] He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis Breen

[7407] times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust

[7408] his dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke

[7434] time to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.

[7442] Field now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement

[7445] it tender enough for them. Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man.

[7446] Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, not for Joe.

[7450] morning. Up with her on the car: wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate

[7451] put her mount to it. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite. Who

[7452] is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old

[7454] American. Didn’t take a feather out of her my handling them. As if

[7455] I was her clotheshorse. Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the

[7458] custard. Her ears ought to have tingled for a few weeks after. Want to

[7459] be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery work for her, thanks.

[7466] annuals he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers

[7480] vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her belly swollen out. Phew!

[7481] Dreadful simply! Child’s head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her

[7503] she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that’s

[7504] nyumnyum. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall’s son. His first bow to

[7506] them up at all hours. For God’ sake, doctor. Wife in her throes. Then

[7529] this wide world a vallee. Great song of Julia Morkan’s. Kept her voice

[7565] against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And

[7568] student fooling round her fat arms ironing.

[7606] bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second

[7680] Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless.

[7699] daughter’s bag and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed

[7740] of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm’s la-amp is gleaming, love. Touch.

[7773] the rain mucks them up on her. Countrybred chawbacon. All the beef to

[7787] anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps.

[8082] of horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm,

[8083] Rothschild’s filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow

[8098] her lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!

[8158] cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather

[8159] scrub my hand under her nape, you’ll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft

[8160] with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not

[8161] turn away. Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her

[8163] Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate

[8164] it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky

[8165] gumjelly lips. Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebbles

[8168] she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips,

[8169] her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of

[8170] nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me.

[8195] lovers, a youth enjoyed her, to the yard.

[8254] find out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out

[8255] and swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint

[8394] Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new

[8400] Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out. Those lovely

[8487] them all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his

[8488] mind’s eye. The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his

[8489] fingers must almost see the lines, the curves. His hands on her hair,

[8491] Then passing over her white skin. Different feel perhaps. Feeling of

[8494] Postoffice. Must answer. Fag today. Send her a postal order two

9. Scylla and Charybdis

[8625] First he tickled her

[8626] Then he patted her

[8643] Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house.

[8692] naughtn’t when a lady’s ashowing of her elemental.

[8816] the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. The swan of

[8900] John Eglinton’s carping voice asked. Her ghost at least has been laid

[8936] seem to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

[8946] the studded bridle and her blue windows. That memory, Venus and Adonis,

[8948] shrew illfavoured? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. Do you think

[8951] Warwickshire to lie withal? Good: he left her and gained the world

[9075] cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow

[9195] —Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth

[9222] He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam? Dost

[9237] remains to her woman’s invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the

[9349] There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jove, a cool ruttime

[9350] send them. Yea, turtledove her.

[9352] Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in’s kiss.

[9456] has never been twisted in prayer. Every day we must do homage to her.

[9462] than the Greeks. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.

[9468] her, if at all, as a patient Griselda, a Penelope stayathome.

[9480] underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied

[9483] wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard

[9495] mother with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

[9507] he walks, greyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids of

[9530] yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband’s brother.

[9536] deny that in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has branded her with infamy

[9537] tell me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years

[9539] women saw their men down and under: Mary, her goodman John, Ann, her

[9540] poor dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the

[9541] first to go, Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her husband and all her

[9542] sons, Susan, her husband too, while Susan’s daughter, Elizabeth, to

[9543] use granddaddy’s words, wed her second, having killed her first.

[9546] royal London to pay a debt she had to borrow forty shillings from her

[9548] he has commended her to posterity.

[9555] She was entitled to her widow’s dower

[9560] And therefore he left out her name

[9565] As I believe, to name her

[9566] He left her his

[9585] shareholder, a bill promoter, a tithefarmer. Why did he not leave her

[9586] his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in

[9602] forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis) and let her live in his villa.

[9693] tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his

[9713] parishes. In old age she takes up with gospellers (one stayed with her

[9716] read or had read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the Merry Wives

[9717] and, loosing her nightly waters on the jordan, she thought over Hooks

[9719] Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer.

[9740] Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I

[9742] attending her. The eyes that wish me well. But do not know me.

[9798] born, for nature, as Mr Magee understands her, abhors perfection.

[9812] forest of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in

[9875] Shottery and from her arms.

[9881] And from her arms.

[9961] Ann (what’s in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.

[9989] which her four bones are not to be laid. Age has not withered it. Beauty

[10206] a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus.

10. Wandering Rocks

[10329] probably for the waters. And her boys, were they getting on well at

[10343] jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again,

[10465] the glasses. She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently,

[10466] tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily,

[10469] Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also that

[10470] the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of the

[10477] woman rose suddenly from her place to alight. The conductor pulled the

[10478] bellstrap to stay the car for her. She passed out with her basket and

[10479] a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and

[10517] jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not committed

[10518] adultery fully, eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris, with her

[10520] women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband’s brother.

[10557] young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man raised

[10559] detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.

[10609] A stout lady stopped, took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it

[10610] into the cap held out to her. The sailor grumbled thanks, glanced sourly

[10643] twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.

[10654] Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.

[10656] —Bad cess to her big face! she cried.

[10668] Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:

[10689] sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her

[10710] fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper

[10745] Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.

[10757] Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He took

[10769] Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the

[10818] far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her

[10838] is she? The way she’s holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that

[10841] all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he

[10844] The telephone rang rudely by her ear.

[10922] The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging

[11031] —After three, he said. Who’s riding her?

[11102] well primed with a good load of Delahunt’s port under her bellyband.

[11103] Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell’s

[11104] delights! She has a fine pair, God bless her. Like that.

[11108] —I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time.

[11166] No: she wouldn’t like that much. Got her it once.

[11168] He read the other title: Sweets of Sin. More in her line. Let us see.

[11172] —All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on

[11177] —Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands

[11178] felt for the opulent curves inside her déshabillé.

[11182] —You are late, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare.

[11184] The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her

[11186] round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly.

[11193] Armpits’ oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime (her heaving embonpoint!).

[11247] Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and

[11277] He handed her a shilling.

[11290] He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.

[11328] —Here, Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk

[11408] drove by in her noddy.

[11467] rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. A long and seafed

[11468] silent rut. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her

[11469] hips, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg.

[11536] glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her

[11548] He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal’s French primer.

[11552] She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.

[11561] She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will

[11562] drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me,

[11877] Buck Mulligan’s watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to

[11878] unload her tray.

[12014] about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King’s

[12028] lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style it was

[12029] the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn’t see what Her Excellency

[12031] stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant. Beyond

[12040] out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to her.

[12042] skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble, earl of

[12048] street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal’s

[12053] foreleg of King Billy’s horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her

[12105] by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the

11. Sirens

[12203] Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

[12245] —Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.

[12262] She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against

[12265] Her wet lips tittered:

[12297] —Find out, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

[12311] On her flower frowning miss Douce said:

[12331] Miss bronze unbloused her neck.

[12336] Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror

[12344] Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce

[12368] Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but prayed

[12374] She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.

[12376] —Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,

[12377] ruffling her nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!

[12380] Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn

[12396] those rakes of fellows in: her white.

[12409] Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and

[12410] gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending over the teatray, ruffled again her

[12412] her fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed,

[12413] spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter,

[12433] —O saints above! miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I

[12455] He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?

[12466] —That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed

[12467] her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.

[12469] Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away.

[12490] her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought

[12498] Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid’s, into

[12524] She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised, her

[12534] No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her

[12540] while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:

[12545] He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.

[12608] Tink to her pity cried a diner’s bell. To the door of the bar and

[12616] triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her

[12644] In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

[12674] She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn,

[12677] —Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.

[12700] on him. But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him her richer

[12721] Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her

[12726] But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.

[12730] Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his

[12732] syrupped with her voice:

[12752] lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled.

[12767] Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes

[12785] Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes

[12799] faces watched her bend.

[12806] Bending, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted

[12811] Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter

[12812] smackwarm against her smackable a woman’s warmhosed thigh.

[12823] eyes went after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by

[12886] pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the

[12946] —What’s this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion...

[13003] —Sure, you’d burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said

[13016] her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles

[13035] Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist (a

[13050] bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore.

[13073] sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the

[13074] wind upon the headland, wind around her.

[13080] She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil, to one departing, dear one, to

[13141] in the moon. Brave. Don’t know their danger. Still hold her back. Call

[13150] child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?

[13174] By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose, a

[13176] to tankards two her pinnacles of gold.

[13201] expect it in the least, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

[13216] comfits, in her satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.

[13237] out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her

[13238] tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the

[13249] her heartstrings pursestrings too. She’s a. I called you naughty boy.

[13263] First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon’s in Terenure. Yellow,

[13264] black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her.

[13270] Singing. Waiting she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of perfume

[13281] only her he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where.

[13303] Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to her,

[13370] They sing. Forgotten. I too. And one day she with. Leave her: get

[13371] tired. Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Her

[13379] Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

[13383] George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.

[13386] second tankard told her so. That that was so.

[13422] to invent dummy pianos for that. Blumenlied I bought for her. The

[13453] enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the

[13457] You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes,

[13538] She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold in

[13549] Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.

[13552] Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with

[13554] mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave.

[13563] —What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.

[13572] From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting. No,

[13700] Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?

[13713] She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show.

[13714] Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question.

[13715] Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa’s. Hypnotised,

[13717] into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty of music you

[13759] Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman,

[13762] them. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her

[13783] river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom’s wave (her heaving embon)

[13784] red rose rose slowly sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that

[13788] For him then not for. Infatuated. I like that? See her from here though.

[13793] the polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and

[13807] Pass by her. Can leave that Freeman. Letter I have. Suppose she were

[13858] Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

[13873] Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.

[13886] Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,

[13896] nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth.

[13978] Instruments. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then blow. Even

[13979] comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in

[13998] the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any

[14003] Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.

[14008] learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if you

[14040] her place among.

12. Cyclops

[14282] obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. The eyes

[14387] fairest of her race.

[14453] Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace

[14457] wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to

[14613] stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing

[14614] her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

[14756] married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley.

[14759] Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing

[14760] bézique to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating

[14761] meat of a Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and

[14900] bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders

[14902] launched into eternity for her sake. The hero folded her willowy form in

[14904] of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable

[14905] areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her

[14908] forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if

[14925] tree, solicited the hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to

[14942] makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause

[15070] was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and

[15071] to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was

[15072] never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that’s dead to tell her.

[15074] to tell her that. Shake hands, brother. You’re a rogue and I’m

[15108] her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her,

[15109] no less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. Jack

[15148] used to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O’Dowd crying her

[15149] eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. Couldn’t loosen

[15150] her farting strings but old cod’s eye was waltzing around her showing

[15151] her how to do it. What’s your programme today? Ay. Humane methods.

[15157] us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then

[15158] comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her

[15361] the bucko that’ll organise her, take my tip. ’Twixt me and you

[15366] air. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew

[15441] —Pity about her, says the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half

[15458] bringing down the rain. And she with her nose cockahoop after she

[15528] the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first

[15583] We brought them in. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon

[15597] with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

[15599] —Give us a squint at her, says I.

[15604] pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. Belle in her

[15605] bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles

[15747] her father, the M’Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming

[15898] with the winkers on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of

[15899] God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting

[15900] her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the

[16048] brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. His Majesty the King loves Her

[16095] —Widow woman, says Ned. I wouldn’t doubt her. Wonder did he put that

[16284] month with headache like a totty with her courses. Do you know what

[16475] slut shouts out of her:

13. Nausicaa

[16637] the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to

[16661] And baby prattled after her:

[16673] a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe

[16693] His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy came at her call for their

[16700] away the hurtness and shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and

[16701] said if she was near him she wouldn’t be far from him, her eyes

[16720] her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy’s sweetheart. Gerty is

[16731] Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companions, lost in thought,

[16734] beautiful by all who knew her though, as folks often said, she was

[16735] more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Her figure was slight and graceful,

[16737] taking of late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow

[16739] used to get and that tired feeling. The waxen pallor of her face was

[16740] almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a

[16741] genuine Cupid’s bow, Greekly perfect. Her hands were of finely veined

[16747] tiffs from time to time like the rest of mortals) and she told her not

[16748] to let on whatever she did that it was her that told her or she’d

[16749] never speak to her again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was

[16751] unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and higharched instep. Had

[16752] kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in

[16753] her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education

[16754] Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the

[16755] land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow

[16756] and patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their

[16757] devoirs to her. Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that

[16758] lent to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, tense with suppressed

[16764] page of the Princess Novelette, who had first advised her to try

[16770] her wealth of wonderful hair. It was dark brown with a natural wave in

[16772] nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and

[16773] pared her nails too, Thursday for wealth. And just now at Edy’s words

[16775] her cheeks she looked so lovely in her sweet girlish shyness that of a

[16776] surety God’s fair land of Ireland did not hold her equal.

[16779] was about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue.

[16780] Inclination prompted her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent.

[16787] and down in front of her window. Only now his father kept him in in the

[16792] perhaps for what she felt, that dull aching void in her heart sometimes,

[16794] to love her in time. They were protestants in his family and of course

[16803] and ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden.

[16810] which she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her

[16812] threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure

[16820] the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her! And when she

[16822] the shine out of some people she knew. Her shoes were the newest thing

[16826] her higharched instep. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect

[16827] proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of

[16828] her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and

[16832] blame her? She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery,

[16838] She was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her own colour

[16839] and lucky too for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere on her because

[16843] morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out and that

[16848] And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is

[16849] there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give

[16850] worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where, giving

[16851] way to tears, she could have a good cry and relieve her pentup feelings

[16855] Yes, she had known from the very first that her daydream of a marriage

[16863] round her waist she went white to the very lips. He called her little

[16865] it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from the room with

[16870] charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet

[16873] understand, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to him in all

[16874] the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long

[16876] summer eve. With all the heart of her she longs to be his only, his

[16882] little wife to be. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in

[16886] feeling of hominess. Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and

[16892] her shy and often she wondered why you couldn’t eat something poetical

[16905] for a moment deep down into her eyes.

[16919] But Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up, look up high at her

[16936] Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy

[16937] saying an unladylike thing like that out loud she’d be ashamed of her

[16942] —Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of

[16943] her nose. Give it to him too on the same place as quick as I’d look at

[16946] Madcap Ciss with her golliwog curls. You had to laugh at her sometimes.

[16949] her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she wanted to

[16951] White. That was just like Cissycums. O, and will you ever forget her

[16952] the evening she dressed up in her father’s suit and hat and the burned

[16954] There was none to come up to her for fun. But she was sincerity itself,

[16965] reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede

[16967] sad to poor Gerty’s ears! Had her father only avoided the clutches of

[16969] cured in Pearson’s Weekly, she might now be rolling in her carriage,

[16974] which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cast its shadow over her

[16976] violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a prey to

[16984] her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman

[16995] and was buried, God have mercy on him, from a stroke. Her mother’s

[16999] laid to rest. And her mother said to him to let that be a warning to

[17008] gold. And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was

[17009] it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn’t

[17010] like her mother’s taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single

[17012] world of her for her gentle ways. It was Gerty who turned off the gas at

[17018] oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. You could see there was a

[17022] dreamily when she went there for a certain purpose and felt her own

[17036] her please. The gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw

[17039] The twins clamoured again for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and

[17040] let them fight for it so Gerty drew back her foot but she wished their

[17041] stupid ball hadn’t come rolling down to her and she gave a kick but

[17046] Gerty smiled assent and bit her lip. A delicate pink crept into her

[17048] her skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a

[17053] flaming into her cheeks. Till then they had only exchanged glances of

[17054] the most casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a

[17055] look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan

[17056] and strangely drawn, seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen.

[17059] and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of

[17067] age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned

[17068] by her.

[17074] gone and then Cissy popped up her head and cried ah! and, my word,

[17101] of that and not get on her nerves, no hour to be out, and the little

[17107] in the church like a kind of waft. And while she gazed her heart went

[17108] pitapat. Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his

[17109] look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through

[17110] and through, read her very soul. Wonderful eyes they were, superbly

[17121] her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of

[17122] her shoes if she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down.

[17123] She was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings

[17126] joy on her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively

[17128] to him, her dreamhusband, because she knew on the instant it was him. If

[17132] her. There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. She was a

[17135] to know all, to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her,

[17136] make him forget the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her

[17137] gently, like a real man, crushing her soft body to him, and love her,

[17141] it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy can

[17143] the afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own

[17151] convent for the novena of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when she

[17152] told him about that in confession, crimsoning up to the roots of her

[17177] she ran down the slope past him, tossing her hair behind her which had

[17180] long because it wasn’t natural so she could just go and throw her hat

[17182] rip up her skirt at the side that was too tight on her because there

[17186] all the end of her petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as

[17187] possible. It would have served her just right if she had tripped up over

[17188] something accidentally on purpose with her high crooked French heels

[17189] on her to make her look tall and got a fine tumble. Tableau! That would

[17198] mistake in all her life because Gerty could see without looking that

[17199] he never took his eyes off of her and then Canon O’Hanlon handed the

[17202] her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the Tantumer

[17206] looking at, transparent, and not at her insignificant ones that had

[17207] neither shape nor form (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his

[17211] her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look a

[17213] a fortnight before like a rag on her back and a bit of her petticoat

[17214] hanging like a caricature. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to

[17215] settle her hair and a prettier, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was

[17219] see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her

[17220] tingling in every nerve. She put on her hat so that she could see from

[17221] underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath

[17222] caught as she caught the expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a

[17223] snake eyes its prey. Her woman’s instinct told her that she had raised

[17225] to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose.

[17228] half smiling, with her specs like an old maid, pretending to nurse the

[17230] no-one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of

[17241] asked her the time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half

[17248] So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his

[17256] Cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the

[17262] Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said uncle said

[17270] swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he

[17274] her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against

[17275] her stays that that thing must be coming on because the last time too

[17276] was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes

[17277] fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour, literally

[17278] worshipping at her shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in

[17282] Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty

[17290] her but Gerty could pay them back in their own coin and she just

[17291] answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken

[17292] about her best boy throwing her over. Gerty winced sharply. A brief cold

[17293] blaze shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. It

[17294] hurt—O yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own quiet way of saying

[17297] the sob that rose to her throat, so slim, so flawless, so beautifully

[17300] he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant

[17302] probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in

[17303] sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see.

[17308] Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the cooing of the

[17309] ringdove, but they cut the silence icily. There was that in her young

[17317] see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering

[17319] struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was

[17335] The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set

[17339] asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was

[17340] flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed

[17355] lamp near her window where Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like

[17357] Vaughan and other tales. For Gerty had her dreams that no-one knew of.

[17359] of that lovely confession album with the coralpink cover to write her

[17360] thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable which, though

[17362] It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the tortoiseshell

[17363] combs, her child of Mary badge, the whiterose scent, the eyebrowleine,

[17364] her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came

[17368] that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had copied out of the

[17372] poetry, so sad in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes with

[17373] silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping by for her,

[17377] magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding back for her. Love

[17378] laughs at locksmiths. She would make the great sacrifice. Her every

[17383] with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put into a

[17385] a very great difference? From everything in the least indelicate her

[17396] of mine! She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart

[17397] that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for

[17398] her for love was the master guide. Nothing else mattered. Come what

[17422] see from where she was. The eyes that were fastened upon her set her

[17424] a light broke in upon her. Whitehot passion was in that face, passion

[17425] silent as the grave, and it had made her his. At last they were left

[17429] went over her. She leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were

[17430] and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up

[17431] and there was no-one to see only him and her when she revealed all her

[17435] hotblooded, because Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made

[17436] her swear she’d never about the gentleman lodger that was staying with

[17441] all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to

[17446] kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too, my dear, and Winny

[17458] high, almost out of sight, and her face was suffused with a divine, an

[17459] entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things

[17464] being bent so far back that he had a full view high up above her knee

[17470] him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to come, to feel

[17471] his lips laid on her white brow, the cry of a young girl’s love, a

[17472] little strangled cry, wrung from her, that cry that has rung through the

[17499] into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of

[17503] her dream of yester eve. She drew herself up to her full height. Their

[17505] her heart, full of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her sweet

[17513] of her but with care and very slowly because—because Gerty MacDowell

[17518] Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That’s why she’s

[17520] wrong by the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse

[17524] delicate. Near her monthlies, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. I have

[17533] Damned glad I didn’t do it in the bath this morning over her silly I

[17544] inside her déshabillé. Excites them also when they’re. I’m all

[17547] all on to take them all off. Molly. Why I bought her the violet garters.

[17551] pin she takes out. Pinned together. O, Mairy lost the pin of her.

[17557] themselves. And the others inclined to give her an odd dig. Girl friends

[17586] literary. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Didn’t let her

[17589] Took off her hat to show her hair. Wide brim. Bought to hide her face,

[17590] meeting someone might know her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to

[17592] were on the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money.

[17602] O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.

[17610] kiddies. Well, aren’t they? See her as she is spoil all. Must have the

[17618] spoke to her. What about? Bad plan however if you don’t know how to

[17624] night. All the dirty things I made her say. All wrong of course. My

[17627] kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings. Parrots. Press

[17629] O, her mouth in the dark! And you a married man with a single girl!

[17639] I want to, something like that. Because I did. She too. Offend her.

[17640] Then make it up. Pretend to want something awfully, then cry off for her

[17646] that kissed her under the Moorish wall beside the gardens. Fifteen

[17647] she told me. But her breasts were developed. Fell asleep then. After

[17649] Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor had his eye on her too. Val

[17658] in Jammet’s wore her veil only to her nose. Would you mind, please,

[17670] Call that innocence? Poor idiot! His wife has her work cut out for her.

[17676] Typist going up Roger Greene’s stairs two at a time to show her

[17678] Bred in the bone. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the

[17680] eye on a mirror. And when I sent her for Molly’s Paisley shawl to

[17681] Prescott’s by the way that ad I must, carrying home the change in her

[17682] stocking! Clever little minx. I never told her. Neat way she carries

[17683] parcels too. Attract men, small thing like that. Holding up her hand,

[17688] knows? Ways of the world. Young student. Straight on her pins anyway not

[17690] of her calf. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Not

[17708] couldn’t be? No, Gerty they called her. Might be false name however

[17711] Her maiden name was Jemina Brown

[17712] And she lived with her mother in Irishtown.

[17714] Wiping pens in their stockings. But the ball rolled down to her as if

[17726] was in the Coffee Palace. That young doctor O’Hare I noticed her

[17738] what to call her. Always see a fellow’s weak point in his wife. Still

[17767] person. More put out about a hole in her stocking. Molly, her underjaw

[17772] paint. Make their own use of everything. Same time doing it scraped her

[17777] Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That’s her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I leave

[17780] kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her,

[17781] with a little jessamine mixed. Her high notes and her low notes. At the

[17783] was wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before. Good

[17793] she takes off. Vamp of her stockings. Warm shoe. Stays. Drawers: little

[17795] in her shift on the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too.

[17871] Dillon’s garden where I kissed her shoulder. Wish I had a full length

[17872] oilpainting of her then. June that was too I wooed. The year returns.

[17874] Life, love, voyage round your own little world. And now? Sad about her

[17922] with the letter em on her forehead. Body fifty different colours.

[17980] their faces. Milly, no sign of funk. Her blue scarf loose, laughing.

[17987] troubles wildfire and nettlerash. Calomel purge I got her for that.

[17989] they love? Another themselves? But the morning she chased her with the

[17990] umbrella. Perhaps so as not to hurt. I felt her pulse. Ticking. Little

[17992] touch. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Her first stays I remember.

[17995] if fat is in fashion. Her growing pains at night, calling, wakening

[17996] me. Frightened she was when her nature came on her first. Poor child!

[17997] Strange moment for the mother too. Brings back her girlhood. Gibraltar.

[18017] about, three fangs in her mouth. Same style of beauty. Particularly nice

[18026] premium. Her widow’s mite. Well? What do you expect her to do? Must

[18027] wheedle her way along. Widower I hate to see. Looks so forlorn. Poor man

[18037] Suppose she does? Would I like her in pyjamas? Damned hard to answer.

[18051] tomorrow? Wait for her somewhere for ever. Must come back. Murderers do.

[18055] message for her. Might remain. What?

[18060] comes here. Saw a pool near her foot. Bend, see my face there, dark

[18091] Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in

[18092] her next her next.

14. Oxen of the Sun

[18176] copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed

[18180] To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be

[18183] eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the

[18185] desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her to be

[18188] they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that she by them suddenly

[18195] there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her

[18200] mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her

[18201] thereto to lie in, her term up.

[18215] with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. Lo, levin leaping

[18219] infare under her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in

[18222] Loth to irk in Horne’s hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow

[18224] land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe

[18225] meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with

[18226] good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so

[18227] young then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes

[18230] As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared.

[18231] Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O’Hare Doctor

[18242] undeathliness. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood

[18251] he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed.

[18257] that time was had lived nigh that house. The man hearkened to her words

[18259] motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for

[18261] twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.

[18277] the learningknight would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have

[18322] bounty and have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long.

[18323] And the franklin that had drunken said, Expecting each moment to be her

[18355] now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her

[18356] death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case). And

[18360] conscience to let her die. And not few and of these was young Lynch

[18371] Arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were

[18390] not bewray and also for that he rued for her that bare whoso she might

[18392] that would cast him out of her bosom, of law of canons, of Lilith,

[18396] lie with a woman which her man has but lain with, effectu secuto, or

[18397] peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of Averroes and Moses

[18404] Leopold would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save

[18449] the postcreation. Omnis caro ad te veniet. No question but her name is

[18457] now. Or she knew him, that second I say, and was but creature of her

[18475] not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have all orderly

[18477] turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard. It was an ancient and

[18479] beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of

[18503] to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with

[18613] path by her flatteries that she said to him as, Ho, you pretty man, turn

[18615] flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush

[18621] wicked devil) they would strain the last but they would make at her and

[18622] know her. For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was nought else

[18669] heifer, big of her age and beef to the heel, and all this while poured

[18678] through pleading her belly, and now on the stools, poor body, two days

[18679] past her term, the midwives sore put to it and can’t deliver, she

[18681] and her breath very heavy more than good and should be a bullyboy from

[18682] the knocks, they say, but God give her soon issue. ’Tis her ninth

[18683] chick to live, I hear, and Lady day bit off her last chick’s nails

[18685] written out in a fair hand in the king’s bible. Her hub fifty odd and

[18819] put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm,

[18866] functions of her natural. Money was no object, he said, nor would he

[18906] fetched a deep sigh) to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Mr

[18913] mimic of Mother Grogan (the most excellent creature of her sex though

[18938] picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein.

[18940] said, had you but beheld her as I did with these eyes at that affecting

[18941] instant with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap (a gift for her

[18947] Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her

[18974] whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy

[18979] first, said she (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her to her

[18980] tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her tongue the outer

[18991] the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of

[19004] what’s got a white swelling quick as I claps eyes on her. The young

[19014] excellence of her noble exercitations which, so far from being a byword,

[19017] lustre of her own sex and the astonishment of ours? And at an instant

[19065] about her lawful occasions. To conclude, while from the sister’s

[19074] to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the fruition of her confinement

[19076] young blade said it was her husband’s that put her in that expectation

[19081] nose a request to have word of Wilhelmina, my life, as he calls her. I

[19085] her. All fell to praising of it, each after his own fashion, though

[19086] the same young blade held with his former view that another than her

[19111] a gallant major, or to cast the most distant reflections upon her

[19114] too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to

[19119] of society! Nay, had the hussy’s scouringbrush not been her tutelary

[19120] angel, it had gone with her as hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian! In the

[19180] by her movement, the navelcord should strangle her creature and

[19181] the injunction upon her in the event of a yearning, ardently and

[19182] ineffectually entertained, to place her hand against that part of her

[19238] soul will live there. The spider pitches her web in the solitude. The

[19243] chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the

[19244] merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as

[19245] her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing

[19258] or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for

[19271] and of all for a bare shilling and her luckpenny), together they hear

[19288] ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her

[19289] dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with

[19290] ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms

[19314] it gossamer. It floats, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it

[19342] Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her scarf and cried:

[19345] her. All was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones.

[19346] Juno, she cried, I am undone. But her lover consoled her and brought

[19347] her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she

[19354] By gad, sir, a queen of them. Do you remember her, Vincent? I wish you

[19356] radiant (Lalage were scarce fair beside her) in her yellow shoes and

[19362] for her teeth but the arm with which I held her and in that she nibbled

[19365] She is more taking then. Her posies too! Mad romp that she is, she had

[19366] pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in your ear, my friend, you

[19370] creature turned all colours in her confusion, feigning to reprove a

[19371] slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the

[19372] very trees adore her. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely

[19488] often baulk nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is

[19499] Nature, we may rest assured, has her own good and cogent reasons for

[19531] phrased it, to save her own. At the risk of her own, was the telling

[19541] Reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight in

[19542] her eyes, that longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is

[19543] to see), in the first bloom of her new motherhood, breathing a silent

[19544] prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the Universal Husband. And as her

[19545] loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, to have

[19546] her dear Doady there with her to share her joy, to lay in his arms that

[19552] faroff time of the roses! With the old shake of her pretty head she

[19554] their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside, hers

[19581] her wrath, not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded

[19598] her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent

[19607] or of reproach (alles Vergängliche) in her glad look.

[19646] chronicle. Astounding! In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed

[19648] work. Cleave to her! Serve! Toil on, labour like a very bandog and let

[19658] cohabitation! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! She is a hoary

[19672] what? Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop

[19673] this but thick rich bonnyclaber. To her, old patriarch! Pap! Per deam

[19713] Full of a dure. See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey

[19717] her take me to rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed.

[19734] femmes. Bold bad girl from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing

[19735] at her. Hauding Sara by the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she

[19766] Pal to pal. Jannock. Of John Thomas, her spouse. No fake, old man Leo.

[19797] forlorn. Slung her hook, she did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh

15. Circe

[19879] oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his

[19881] makes back for her lair, swaying her lamp. A bandy child, asquat on the

[19882] doorstep with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts,

[19883] clutches her skirt, scrambles up. A drunken navvy grips with both hands

[19909] To stick in her belly,

[19921] CISSY CAFFREY: (Her voice soaring higher.)

[19934] THE BAWD: (Her voice whispering huskily.) Sst! Come here till I tell

[19939] THE BAWD: (Spits in their trail her jet of venom.) Trinity medicals.

[19942] (Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl

[19943] across her nostrils.)

[19949] likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with

[20165] grey mittens and cameo brooch, her plaited hair in a crispine net,

[20166] appears over the staircase banisters, a slanted candlestick in her hand,

[20169] the pouch of her striped blay petticoat. A phial, an Agnus Dei, a

[20180] (He looks up. Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish

[20181] costume stands before him. Opulent curves fill out her scarlet trousers

[20182] and jacket, slashed with gold. A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her. A

[20183] white yashmak, violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free only

[20184] her large dark eyes and raven hair.)

[20194] hopes, crubeens for her supper, things to tell her, excuse, desire,

[20195] spellbound. A coin gleams on her forehead. On her feet are jewelled

[20196] toerings. Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beside her

[20199] disgruntled hindquarters. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her goldcurb

[20212] MARION: So you notice some change? (Her hands passing slowly over her

[20213] trinketed stomacher, a slow friendly mockery in her eyes.) O Poldy,

[20247] his sleeve, the bristles of her chinmole glittering.)

[20250] Fifteen. There’s no-one in it only her old father that’s dead drunk.

[20252] (She points. In the gap of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie

[20257] (With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. A burly rough pursues

[20261] THE BAWD: (Her wolfeyes shining.) He’s getting his pleasure. You

[20266] and shows coyly her bloodied clout.)

[20282] with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes

[20283] wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.)

[20337] puts out her hand inquisitively.) What are you hiding behind your back?

[20340] BLOOM: (Seizes her wrist with his free hand.) Josie Powell that was,

[20368] fingers and thumb passing slowly down to her soft moist meaty palm which

[20370] out of this hand, carefully, slowly. (Tenderly, as he slips on her

[20374] tinsel sylph’s diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside

[20375] her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing quickly.)

[20396] MRS BREEN: (Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss.)

[20451] time, years and years ago, just after Milly, Marionette we called her,

[20477] Frankly, though she had her advisers or admirers, I never cared much for

[20478] her style. She was...

[20485] was her name, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I

[20491] towards hellsgates. In an archway a standing woman, bent forward, her

[20685] MARTHA: (Thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a copy of the

[20686] Irish Times in her hand, in tone of reproach, pointing.) Henry! Leopold!

[20699] MARTHA: (Sobbing behind her veil.) Breach of promise. My real name is

[20732] feeling.) Jim Bludso. Hold her nozzle again the bank.

[20802] the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.)

[20899] by Driscoll, that her virtue was solicited, was not repeated. I would

[20932] responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. He

[20972] brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair.) Arrest him, constable. He

[20984] nose, steps out of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell

[20985] quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff.)

[21020] strikes her welt constantly.) Also me. Because he saw me on the polo

[21042] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Stamps her jingling spurs in a

[21067] MRS BELLINGHAM: (Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively.)

[21078] THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently.)

[21082] cuckold. (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air.) Take down

[21113] her.

[21166] basin. Her artless blush unmanned me. (Overcome with emotion.) I left

[21210] The poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off

[21264] buckles, a slim black velvet fillet round her throat, nods, trips down

[21273] with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for

[21274] her son in Oxford. Working overtime but her luck’s turned today.

[21281] (His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his

[21295] (Her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard

[21304] oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes,

[21319] ZOE: (Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously

[21331] BLOOM: (Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat

[21334] ZOE: (Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil.) No bloody

[21505] Maria. The princess Selene, in moonblue robes, a silver crescent on her

[21723] MRS RIORDAN: (Tears up her will.) I’m disappointed in you! You bad

[21726] MOTHER GROGAN: (Removes her boot to throw it at Bloom.) You beast! You

[21733] I vowed that I never would leave her,

[21778] (Mother Grogan throws her boot at Bloom. Several shopkeepers from upper

[21840] (Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white

[21995] ZOE: (Stiffly, her finger in her neckfillet.) Honest? Till the next

[22009] Yorkshire born. (She holds his hand which is feeling for her nipple.) I

[22020] embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled

[22033] fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles with a

[22040] hand, her forefinger giving to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor,

[22044] steps, drawing him by the odour of her armpits, the vice of her painted

[22045] eyes, the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek

[22046] of all the male brutes that have possessed her.)

[22056] ZOE: (Her lucky hand instantly saving him.) Hoopsa! Don’t fall

[22064] (She crosses the threshold. He hesitates. She turns and, holding out her

[22084] her hand, sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and

[22086] of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. Lynch indicates

[22089] KITTY: (Coughs behind her hand.) She’s a bit imbecillic. (She signs

[22090] with a waggling forefinger.) Blemblem. (Lynch lifts up her skirt and

[22092] yourself. (She hiccups, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which

[22093] her hair glows, red with henna.) O, excuse!

[22108] lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the

[22109] bolster, listening. A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.)

[22111] KITTY: (Hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot.) O, excuse!

[22115] (Kitty Ricketts bends her head. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over

[22116] her shoulder, back, arm, chair to the ground. Lynch lifts the curled

[22117] catterpillar on his wand. She snakes her neck, nestling. Stephen glances

[22212] (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her. Nebulous obscurity

[22337] (Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)

[22343] ZOE: (Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the

[22345] twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch with

[22346] his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip. Bare from her garters up her

[22348] her cigarette.) Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?

[22356] then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue

[22357] fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands, smiling desirously,

[22358] twirling his thumbs. Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her

[22369] evidence hereabouts, eh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact

[22378] gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I

[22400] discovered by Rualdus Columbus. Tumble her. Columble her. Chameleon.

[22402] number three. There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe

[22403] the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What ho, she

[22413] VIRAG: (His tongue upcurling.) Lyum! Look. Her beam is broad. She is

[22417] noonday soupplate, while on her rere lower down are two additional

[22510] through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Like

[22618] pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man’s lingam.

[22620] shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Man loves her yoni

[22630] ZOE: (Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.) He couldn’t get a

[22657] (Kitty unpins her hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair.

[22659] whore’s shoulders. Lynch puts on her hat. She whips it off.)

[22672] centurion, polluted her with his genitories. (He sticks out a flickering

[22674] her tympanum. (With gibbering baboon’s cries he jerks his hips in the

[22722] LYNCH: All one and the same God to her.

[22798] follows. She whirls it back in right circle. He eyes her.) Catch!

[22834] Minnie Hauck in Carmen. On her left hand are wedding and keeper rings.

[22835] Her eyes are deeply carboned. She has a sprouting moustache. Her

[22841] (She glances round her at the couples. Then her eyes rest on Bloom with

[22842] hard insistence. Her large fan winnows wind towards her heated faceneck

[22843] and embonpoint. Her falcon eyes glitter.)

[22854] THE FAN: (Folding together, rests against her left eardrop.) Have you

[22859] THE FAN: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) Is me her was you dreamed

[22894] BLOOM: (Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) We are

[22904] (Bella raises her gown slightly and, steadying her pose, lifts to the

[22906] Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over her hoof and with gentle fingers

[22907] draws out and in her laces.)

[22913] Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb

[22923] dance. Bad luck. Hook in wrong tache of her... person you mentioned.

[22926] (He knots the lace. Bella places her foot on the floor. Bloom raises

[22927] his head. Her heavy face, her eyes strike him in midbrow. His eyes grow

[22945] BELLO: Down! (He taps her on the shoulder with his fan.) Incline feet

[22949] BLOOM: (Her eyes upturned in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps.)

[22960] deep in his breeches pockets, places his heel on her neck and grinds it

[22975] ZOE: (Widening her slip to screen her.) She’s not here.

[22977] BLOOM: (Closing her eyes.) She’s not here.

[22979] FLORRY: (Hiding her with her gown.) She didn’t mean it, Mr Bello.

[22982] KITTY: Don’t be too hard on her, Mr Bello. Sure you won’t,

[22987] sweety. (Bloom puts out her timid head.) There’s a good girly now.

[22988] (Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward.) I only want to

[23005] lemon or currant sauce. It will hurt you. (He twists her arm. Bloom

[23017] you! (He slaps her face.)

[23031] stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the

[23095] male hands and nose, leering mouth.) I tried her things on only twice,

[23103] short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that

[23114] varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland

[23118] BLOOM: (Her hands and features working.) It was Gerald converted me to

[23180] nice? (He places a ruby ring on her finger.) And there now! With this

[23261] her guts already! That makes you wild, don’t it? Touches the spot? (He

[23282] diamond panes, cries out.) I see her! It’s she! The first night at

[23283] Mat Dillon’s! But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and

[23289] (Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her blue scarf

[23290] in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her lover and

[23291] calls, her young eyes wonderwide.)

[23307] to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue

[23362] incense smoke screens and disperses. Out of her oakframe a nymph with

[23363] hair unbound, lightly clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her

[23383] BLOOM: (Lifts a turtle head towards her lap.) We have met before. On

[23398] BLOOM: (Humbly kisses her long hair.) Your classic curves, beautiful

[23411] THE NYMPH: (Her fingers in her ears.) And words. They are not in my

[23418] THE NYMPH: (Covers her face with her hands.) What have I not seen in

[23424] THE NYMPH: (Bends her head.) Worse, worse!

[23427] her weight. She scaled just eleven stone nine. She put on nine pounds

[23496] flaxenhaired, I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains

[23498] downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.

[23527] sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards

[23531] his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims.) When my country takes her

[23539] electric light. (She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing

[23540] her forefinger in her mouth.) Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then

[23572] BLOOM: It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit

[23586] reclines her head, sighing.) Only the ethereal. Where dreamy creamy gull

[23608] THE NYMPH: (Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit.)

[23609] Sacrilege! To attempt my virtue! (A large moist stain appears on her

[23611] pure woman. (She clutches again in her robe.) Wait. Satan, you’ll sing

[23616] BLOOM: (Starts up, seizes her hand.) Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o’ nine

[23619] clutches her veil.) A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the lame gardener,

[23623] THE NYMPH: (With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast

[23626] BLOOM: (Calls after her.) As if you didn’t get it on the double

[23638] BLOOM: (Composed, regards her.) Passée. Mutton dressed as lamb. Long

[23645] BELLA: (Contemptuously.) You’re not game, in fact. (Her sowcunt

[23664] (Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the silver paper. Bloom

[23683] ZOE: Here. (She hauls up a reef of her slip, revealing her bare thigh,

[23684] and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking.) Those that hides

[23691] a banknote by its corner, hands it to her.)

[23698] LYNCH: (Calls from the hearth.) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.

[23706] and takes out and hands her two crowns.) Permit, brevi manu, my sight is

[23727] ZOE: (Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top

[23728] of her stocking.) Hard earned on the flat of my back.

[23738] (He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the sofa.)

[23745] ’Tis time for her poor soul

[23755] sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.)

[23777] Probably he killed her.

[23800] ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with

[23817] STEPHEN: (Extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the

[23866] BLOOM: (Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) More harm than good.

[23881] stretches her wings and clucks.)

[23885] (She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off.)

[23947] BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.

[23957] (Zoe whispers to her.)

[23970] keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.

[23978] (Florry whispers to her. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly,

[23981] MINA KENNEDY: (Her eyes upturned.) O, it must be like the scent of

[23982] geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her!

[23985] LYDIA DOUCE: (Her mouth opening.) Yumyum. O, he’s carrying her round

[23994] MARION’S VOICE: (Hoarsely, sweetly, rising to her throat.) O!

[23998] Plough her! More! Shoot!

[24020] (Mrs Dignam, widow woman, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with

[24021] deathtalk, tears and Tunney’s tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds,

[24022] her bonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, a

[24023] pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. Beneath her skirt appear her late

[24026] under which her brood run with her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his

[24029] them on, her streamers flaunting aloft.)

[24045] MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Gazes on her, impassive.) Immense! Most bloody awful

[24097] BELLA: (Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a shout of

[24117] Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where’s the

[24195] ZOE: (Holds up her hand.) Stop!

[24201] ZOE: That’s me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the

[24206] LYNCH: (Handing her coins.) Here.

[24229] her round the room. Bloom stands aside. Her sleeve falling from gracing

[24293] ZOE: (Twirling, her hand to her brow.) O!

[24303] with her.)

[24333] (She seizes Florry and waltzes her.)

[24376] grey with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a torn bridal veil, her

[24377] face worn and noseless, green with gravemould. Her hair is scant and

[24378] lank. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and opens

[24379] her toothless mouth uttering a silent word. A choir of virgins and

[24388] gaping at her, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand.)

[24400] dogsbody killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. (Tears of molten

[24404] THE MOTHER: (Comes nearer, breathing upon him softly her breath of

[24411] THE MOTHER: (A green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth.)

[24439] THE MOTHER: (Her face drawing near and nearer, sending out an ashen

[24440] breath.) Beware! (She raises her blackened withered right arm slowly

[24455] THE MOTHER: (Wrings her hands slowly, moaning desperately.) O Sacred

[24462] THE MOTHER: (In the agony of her deathrattle.) Have mercy on Stephen,

[24500] BELLA: (Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points.) Who’s to pay

[24542] spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the doorstep all the whores

[24547] his face. Bella from within the hall urges on her whores. They blow

[24585] her lovers.)

[24600] STEPHEN: Addressed her in vocative feminine. Probably neuter.

[24645] DOLLY GRAY: (From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the sign

[24796] the awful rebel. Ten shillings a time. As applied to Her Royal Highness.

[24821] seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her

[24825] her farrow!

[24938] goddess of unreason, lies, naked, fettered, a chalice resting on her

16. Eumaeus

[25409] fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing, her mother or aunt or

[25570] by the ingle, her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad

[25790] rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew

[25791] arrival is on her knee, post mortem child. With a high ro! and a randy

[25929] of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her

[26133] her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr

[26149] than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her

[26151] he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door

[26154] Murphy’s nautical chest and then there was no more of her.

[26162] course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition.

[26165] Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely

[26247] her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was

[26335] old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on

[26380] wreck of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her name

[26385] running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion

[26389] deck. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona’s, said he was afraid his

[26390] collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her

[26485] conversation, was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf

[26486] on account of her crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall

[26489] England was toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland, her

[26495] could not spare a single one of her sons.

[26537] soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, more so, in

[26558] have her or swing for her, when the husband frequently, after some words

[26559] passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky

[26562] his knife into her, until it just struck him that Fitz, nicknamed

[26732] impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her,

[26896] Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. She loosened many a man’s

[26897] thighs. I seen her picture in a barber’s. The husband was a captain or

[26915] coupled, though, since he was her declared favourite, where was the

[26917] housetops, the fact, namely, that he had shared her bedroom which came

[26928] to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the usual sequel, to bask

[26932] Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with

[26981] sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she

[26984] vision of breasts, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, standing

[26986] Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her

[26994] her then.

[26999] singer having even made her bow to the public when her years numbered

[27001] expression but it did not do justice to her figure which came in for a

[27016] beauty for himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself

[27025] possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint.

[27101] rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and

[27102] master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not

[27104] the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though

[27105] possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time as quite

[27111] when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded life

[27113] attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her

[27180] (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash

[27222] while prudently pocketing her photo, as it’s rather stuffy here you

[27350] sensation, he might safely say, greatly adding to her other laurels and

[27353] to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. There was the unanimous

[27354] opinion that there was none to come up to her and suffice it to say in

17. Ithaca

[27712] of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the house of her dying sister Miss

[28155] Had he performed any special corporal work of mercy for her?

[28157] He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an infirm widow

[28158] of independent, if limited, means, in her convalescent bathchair

[28175] What distinct different memories had each of her now eight years

[28178] The older, her bezique cards and counters, her Skye terrier, her

[28179] suppositious wealth, her lapses of responsiveness and incipient

[28180] catarrhal deafness: the younger, her lamp of colza oil before the statue

[28181] of the Immaculate Conception, her green and maroon brushes for Charles

[28182] Stewart Parnell and for Michael Davitt, her tissue papers.

[28430] What compensated in the false balance of her intelligence for these and

[28434] balances, proved true by construction. The counterbalance of her

[28440] certain page: by assuming in her, when alluding explanatorily, latent

[28441] knowledge: by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other’s

[28621] She took a penknife out of her pocket

[28676] What other infantile memories had he of her?

[28680] her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, one, tloo,

[28692] What memories had he of her adolescence?

[28694] She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a recess. On the duke’s

[28696] make and take away her photographic image (objection not stated). On

[28700] 15th anniversary of her birth she wrote a letter from Mullingar, county

[28727] Inasmuch as leaning she sustained her blond hair for him to ribbon it

[28728] for her (cf neckarching cat). Moreover, on the free surface of the lake

[28729] in Stephen’s green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented

[28734] plait of her hair (cf earwashing cat). Furthermore, silly Milly, she

[28742] matrimonial auguries, to interest and to instruct her?

[28759] had been made by him not for her she showed herself attentive to his

[28761] having been explained by him to her she expressed the immediate desire

[29013] monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old moon in her arms:

[29064] Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian

[29065] generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence:

[29066] her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising

[29067] and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced

[29068] invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative

[29069] interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power

[29071] incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her

[29072] visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent

[29073] propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her

[29074] light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her

[29075] arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction,

[30004] ... with your dear mother... that is not more to stand... to her... all

[30269] The face of her father, the late Major Brian Cooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin

[30402] with his, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity.

[30478] He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each

[30525] celebrated 1 calendar month after the 18th anniversary of her birth (8

18. Penelope

[30614] masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid

[30615] to lay out 4d for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she

[30616] had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes and the end

[30618] the women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course

[30619] nobody wanted her to wear them I suppose she was pious because no man

[30620] would look at her twice I hope Ill never be like her a wonder she didnt

[30622] and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I suppose

[30623] he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always

[30638] her old maids voice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to

[30645] not or hed be off his feed thinking of her so either it was one of those

[30667] we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad

[30675] her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had

[30677] said you have no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of

[30678] oysters but I told her what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to

[30679] be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I

[30680] found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little

[30681] bit too much her face swelled up on her with temper when I gave her her

[30775] believe cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing

[30776] out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year

[30777] as regular as the clock always with a smell of children off her the one

[30788] he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons

[30790] of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup

[30799] after that I pretended I had a coolness on with her over him because he

[30804] with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he

[30808] him go to her she of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes

[30809] mad in love with him that I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to her and

[30810] ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool

[30811] me but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her with his

[30831] humour she said yes because it grigged her because she knew what it

[30832] meant because I used to tell her a good bit of what went on between us

[30833] not all but just enough to make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault

[30835] got like now after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her

[30836] face beginning to look drawn and run down the last time I saw her she

[30853] her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was

[30854] found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing

[30862] that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough

[30889] could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what does that

[31001] chits of missies they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her like

[31045] Mrs Mastiansky told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and

[31046] stick out her tongue as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild

[31070] that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make much secret of what

[31107] that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I saw her when I was out last

[31108] week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman magnificent head of

[31109] hair on her down to her waist tossing it back like that like Kitty OShea

[31110] in Grantham street 1st thing I did every morning to look across see her

[31112] know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry the jersey lily the

[31117] oyster knife he went no he made her wear a kind of a tin thing round her

[31120] Francois Somebody supposed to be a priest about a child born out of her

[31121] ear because her bumgut fell out a nice word for any priest to write

[31122] and her a—e as if any fool wouldnt know what that meant I hate that

[31128] of her slipper after the ball was over like the infant Jesus in the

[31130] a child that big taken out of her and I thought first it came out of her

[31158] to bring him into and she as insolent as ever she could be with her

[31160] for but I stared it out of her yes he was awfully stiff and no wonder

[31176] her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks

[31200] he has nymphs used they go about like that I asked him about her and

[31211] my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he

[31253] on it she was very nice whats this her other name was just a p c to tell

[31264] was years older than her wogger he was awfully fond of me when he held

[31282] the night of the storm I slept in her bed she had her arms round me then

[31293] nice on account of her but I could have stopped it in time she gave me

[31308] centuries of course they never came back and she didnt put her address

[31309] right on it either she may have noticed her wogger people were always

[31316] of some special kind of blue colour on her for the voyage made very

[31362] O Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her to write from Canada after so many

[31365] believe all I hear with a villa and eight rooms her father was an

[31371] neumonia well I didnt know her so well as all that she was Floeys friend

[31387] her after out of the ladies letterwriter when I told her to say a

[31395] brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her

[31397] to open it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing and it staring her

[31398] in the face with her switch of false hair on her and vain about her

[31399] appearance ugly as she was near 80 or a 100 her face a mass of wrinkles

[31400] with all her religion domineering because she never could get over the

[31402] flying with all her carabineros because 4 drunken English sailors took

[31404] Santa Maria to please her with her shawl up on her except when there was

[31405] a marriage on with all her miracles of the saints and her black blessed

[31477] little knows what I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt

[31478] of her in broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might

[31530] and her lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of

[31572] dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those

[31590] with the cat she rubs up against you for her own sake I wonder has she

[31651] murders an old woman for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or

[31656] old woman to murder her in her bed Id cut them off him so I would not

[31664] of his grandfather instead of sending her to Skerrys academy where shed

[31668] with her in the place lately unless I bolted the door first gave me the

[31671] your nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase with

[31672] two at a time to look at her if he knew she broke off the hand off that

[31673] little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness before she

[31676] shes right not to ruin her hands I noticed he was always talking to her

[31680] helping her into her coat but if there was anything wrong with her its

[31684] with those romps of Murray girls calling for her can Milly come out

[31685] please shes in great demand to pick what they can out of her round in

[31687] her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to go on the

[31689] off her dress when I was biting off the thread of the button I sewed

[31690] on to the bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I tell you

[31691] only I oughtnt to have stitched it and it on her it brings a parting and

[31693] what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste your blouse is

[31695] I had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on show on the

[31696] windowsill before all the people passing they all look at her like me

[31697] when I was her age of course any old rag looks well on you then a great

[31698] touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take

[31699] your foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her life

[31700] Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go on in

[31704] her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and looking away hes a

[31708] she didnt even want me to kiss her at the Broadstone going away well I

[31709] hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the way I did when she

[31710] was down with the mumps and her glands swollen wheres this and wheres

[31713] usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her in

[31717] it must be real love if a man gives up his life for her that way for

[31723] queer to go and poison himself after her still poor old man I suppose

[31725] I have wanting to put her hair up at 15 my powder too only ruin her

[31726] skin on her shes time enough for that all her life after of course shes

[31727] restless knowing shes pretty with her lips so red a pity they wont stay

[31731] pretended not to see us in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent

[31732] grand enough till I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the ear for

[31736] didnt sleep the night before cheese I ate was it and I told her over and

[31738] to command her as she said herself well if he doesnt correct her faith

[31743] see him coming Id have to let her know or shed revenge it arent they

[31744] a nuisance that old Mrs Fleming you have to be walking round after her

[31745] putting the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the pots

[31761] else and she never even rendered down the fat I told her and now shes

[31762] going such as she was on account of her paralysed husband getting worse

[31764] an operation or if its not that its drink and he beats her Ill have to

[31775] and her husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him

[31823] fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course so

[31879] course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope

[31924] coalcellar with the blackbeetles I wonder was it her Josie off her head

[31926] with a married woman thats why he wants me and Boylan though as for her

[31940] her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and

[31941] her old green dress with the lowneck as she cant attract them any other

[31955] her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please come home her widows

[31956] weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if

[32072] all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it

[32077] and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id like to

[32088] almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love

[32127] fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind

[32139] what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I

[32150] her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and

[32163] the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the

[32187] to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a

[32284] posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron