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Two
shafts
of
soft
daylight
fell
across
the
flagged
floor
from
the
high
barbacans
:
and
at
the
meeting
of
their
rays
a
cloud
of
coalsmoke
and
fumes
of
fried
grease
floated
,
turning
.
—
We
’
ll
be
choked
,
Buck
Mulligan
said
.
Haines
,
open
that
door
,
will
you
?
Stephen
laid
the
shavingbowl
on
the
locker
.
A
tall
figure
rose
from
the
hammock
where
it
had
been
sitting
,
went
to
the
doorway
and
pulled
open
the
inner
doors
.
—
Have
you
the
key
?
a
voice
asked
.
—
Dedalus
has
it
,
Buck
Mulligan
said
.
Janey
Mack
,
I
’
m
choked
!
He
howled
,
without
looking
up
from
the
fire
:
—
Kinch
!
—
It
’
s
in
the
lock
,
Stephen
said
,
coming
forward
.
The
key
scraped
round
harshly
twice
and
,
when
the
heavy
door
had
been
set
ajar
,
welcome
light
and
bright
air
entered
.
Haines
stood
at
the
doorway
,
looking
out
.
Stephen
haled
his
upended
valise
to
the
table
and
sat
down
to
wait
.
Buck
Mulligan
tossed
the
fry
on
to
the
dish
beside
him
.
Then
he
carried
the
dish
and
a
large
teapot
over
to
the
table
,
set
them
down
heavily
and
sighed
with
relief
.
—
I
’
m
melting
,
he
said
,
as
the
candle
remarked
when
.
.
.
But
,
hush
!
Not
a
word
more
on
that
subject
!
Kinch
,
wake
up
!
Bread
,
butter
,
honey
.
Haines
,
come
in
.
The
grub
is
ready
.
Bless
us
,
O
Lord
,
and
these
thy
gifts
.
Where
’
s
the
sugar
?
O
,
jay
,
there
’
s
no
milk
.
