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—
What
is
this
,
he
said
,
in
the
name
of
God
?
Crumbs
?
—
Someone
seems
to
have
been
making
a
picnic
party
here
lately
,
Mr
Power
said
.
All
raised
their
thighs
and
eyed
with
disfavour
the
mildewed
buttonless
leather
of
the
seats
.
Mr
Dedalus
,
twisting
his
nose
,
frowned
downward
and
said
:
—
Unless
I
’
m
greatly
mistaken
.
What
do
you
think
,
Martin
?
—
It
struck
me
too
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
.
Mr
Bloom
set
his
thigh
down
.
Glad
I
took
that
bath
.
Feel
my
feet
quite
clean
.
But
I
wish
Mrs
Fleming
had
darned
these
socks
better
.
Mr
Dedalus
sighed
resignedly
.
—
After
all
,
he
said
,
it
’
s
the
most
natural
thing
in
the
world
.
—
Did
Tom
Kernan
turn
up
?
Martin
Cunningham
asked
,
twirling
the
peak
of
his
beard
gently
.
—
Yes
,
Mr
Bloom
answered
.
He
’
s
behind
with
Ned
Lambert
and
Hynes
.
