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       Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting
fingers on flat pad Pat brought.
       On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. Accept my poor little pres
enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the
gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne’s. Is eight about. Say half a crown. My
poor little pres : p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you despise? Jingle,
have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught? You naughty too?
O, Mairy lost the pin of her. Bye for today. Yes, yes, will tell you. Want to.
To keep it up. Call me that other. Other world she wrote. My patience are
exhaust. To keep it up. You must believe. Believe. The tank. It. Is. True.
       Folly am I writing? Husbands don’t. That’s marriage does, their wives.
Because I’m away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young. If she
found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless pain. If they
don’t see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.
       A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton
James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a
young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George
Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and wearing a straw
hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street,
hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and jingled. By Dlugacz’ porkshop
bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.
        Answering an ad? keen Richie’s eyes asked Bloom.
        Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.
       Bloom mur : best references. But Henry wrote : it will excite me. You
know now. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he playing
now? Improvising intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will you pun?
You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Tell me I want to. Know.
O. Course if I didn’t I wouldn’t ask. La la la ree. Trails off there sad in
minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at end. P. P. S. La la la
ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.
       He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of paper.
Murmured : Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Henry wrote :

                                          Miss Martha Clifford
                                                  c/o P. O.
                                          Dolphin’s barn lane
                                                               Dublin.