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--
Very
well
then
,
he
shouted
hoarsely
,
if
it
comes
to
that
,
no
God
for
Ireland
!
--
John
!
John
!
cried
Mr
Dedalus
,
seizing
his
guest
by
the
coat
sleeve
.
Dante
stared
across
the
table
,
her
cheeks
shaking
.
Mr
Casey
struggled
up
from
his
chair
and
bent
across
the
table
towards
her
,
scraping
the
air
from
before
his
eyes
with
one
hand
as
though
he
were
tearing
aside
a
cobweb
.
--
No
God
for
Ireland
!
he
cried
.
We
have
had
too
much
God
In
Ireland
.
Away
with
God
!
--
Blasphemer
!
Devil
!
screamed
Dante
,
starting
to
her
feet
and
almost
spitting
in
his
face
.
Uncle
Charles
and
Mr
Dedalus
pulled
Mr
Casey
back
into
his
chair
again
,
talking
to
him
from
both
sides
reasonably
.
He
stared
before
him
out
of
his
dark
flaming
eyes
,
repeating
:
--
Away
with
God
,
I
say
!
Dante
shoved
her
chair
violently
aside
and
left
the
table
,
upsetting
her
napkin-ring
which
rolled
slowly
along
the
carpet
and
came
to
rest
against
the
foot
of
an
easy-chair
.
Mrs
Dedalus
rose
quickly
and
followed
her
towards
the
door
.
At
the
door
Dante
turned
round
violently
and
shouted
down
the
room
,
her
cheeks
flushed
and
quivering
with
rage
:
--
Devil
out
of
hell
!
We
won
!
We
crushed
him
to
death
!
Fiend
!
The
door
slammed
behind
her
.
