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Shaved
off
his
moustache
again
,
by
Jove
!
Long
cold
upper
lip
.
To
look
younger
.
He
does
look
balmy
.
Younger
than
I
am
.
Bantam
Lyons
’
s
yellow
blacknailed
fingers
unrolled
the
baton
.
Wants
a
wash
too
.
Take
off
the
rough
dirt
.
Good
morning
,
have
you
used
Pears
’
soap
?
Dandruff
on
his
shoulders
.
Scalp
wants
oiling
.
—
I
want
to
see
about
that
French
horse
that
’
s
running
today
,
Bantam
Lyons
said
.
Where
the
bugger
is
it
?
He
rustled
the
pleated
pages
,
jerking
his
chin
on
his
high
collar
.
Barber
’
s
itch
.
Tight
collar
he
’
ll
lose
his
hair
.
Better
leave
him
the
paper
and
get
shut
of
him
.
—
You
can
keep
it
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
—
Ascot
.
Gold
cup
.
Wait
,
Bantam
Lyons
muttered
.
Half
a
mo
.
Maximum
the
second
.
—
I
was
just
going
to
throw
it
away
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
Bantam
Lyons
raised
his
eyes
suddenly
and
leered
weakly
.
—
What
’
s
that
?
his
sharp
voice
said
.
—
I
say
you
can
keep
it
,
Mr
Bloom
answered
.
I
was
going
to
throw
it
away
that
moment
.
