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— Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.



Like lady, ladylike.

(somehow is this musical rather than Eolus-rhetorical? or both?)


Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode. Yes, gold from anear by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him:



— See the conquering hero comes.

Handel


Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, unconquered hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

(Bloom as panther)


— And I from thee...



— I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan.

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He touched to fair Miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled on him. But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him her richer hair, a bosom and a rose.



Smart Boylan bespoke potions.


he offers Lenehan a freebie:

— What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a sloegin for me. Wire in yet?

gin flavored with sloe berries [wiki]

Not yet. At four he. All said four.

"All"?


Cowley's red lugs and Adam's apple in the door of the sheriff's office. Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting. Wait.

ears or earlobes

Dollard led 'Father' Cowley to the subsheriff's to see the new bailiff

what "chance"?


Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What, Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there. See, not be seen. I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince.

did RG invite LB or not?


Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her bust, that all but burst, so high.



— O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. O!



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



— Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.



Shebronze, dealing from her jar thick syrupy liquor for his lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and syrupped with her voice:

Lydia admires BB


— Fine goods in small parcels.



That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.



— Here's fortune, Blazes said.



He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.



— Hold on, said Lenehan, till I...

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