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—
Back
in
no
time
,
Mr
Bloom
said
,
hurrying
out
.
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
took
the
tissues
from
Lenehan
’
s
hand
and
read
them
,
blowing
them
apart
gently
,
without
comment
.
—
He
’
ll
get
that
advertisement
,
the
professor
said
,
staring
through
his
blackrimmed
spectacles
over
the
crossblind
.
Look
at
the
young
scamps
after
him
.
—
Show
.
Where
?
Lenehan
cried
,
running
to
the
window
.
A
STREET
CORTÈGE
Both
smiled
over
the
crossblind
at
the
file
of
capering
newsboys
in
Mr
Bloom
’
s
wake
,
the
last
zigzagging
white
on
the
breeze
a
mocking
kite
,
a
tail
of
white
bowknots
.
—
Look
at
the
young
guttersnipe
behind
him
hue
and
cry
,
Lenehan
said
,
and
you
’
ll
kick
.
O
,
my
rib
risible
!
Taking
off
his
flat
spaugs
and
the
walk
.
Small
nines
.
Steal
upon
larks
.
He
began
to
mazurka
in
swift
caricature
across
the
floor
on
sliding
feet
past
the
fireplace
to
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
who
placed
the
tissues
in
his
receiving
hands
.
—
What
’
s
that
?
Myles
Crawford
said
with
a
start
.
Where
are
the
other
two
gone
?
—
Who
?
the
professor
said
,
turning
.
They
’
re
gone
round
to
the
Oval
for
a
drink
.
Paddy
Hooper
is
there
with
Jack
Hall
.
Came
over
last
night
.
