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—
And
now
he
’
s
going
round
to
Mr
Menton
’
s
office
.
He
’
s
going
to
take
an
action
for
ten
thousand
pounds
,
he
says
.
She
folded
the
card
into
her
untidy
bag
and
snapped
the
catch
.
Same
blue
serge
dress
she
had
two
years
ago
,
the
nap
bleaching
.
Seen
its
best
days
.
Wispish
hair
over
her
ears
.
And
that
dowdy
toque
:
three
old
grapes
to
take
the
harm
out
of
it
.
Shabby
genteel
.
She
used
to
be
a
tasty
dresser
.
Lines
round
her
mouth
.
Only
a
year
or
so
older
than
Molly
.
See
the
eye
that
woman
gave
her
,
passing
.
Cruel
.
The
unfair
sex
.
He
looked
still
at
her
,
holding
back
behind
his
look
his
discontent
.
Pungent
mockturtle
oxtail
mulligatawny
.
I
’
m
hungry
too
.
Flakes
of
pastry
on
the
gusset
of
her
dress
:
daub
of
sugary
flour
stuck
to
her
cheek
.
Rhubarb
tart
with
liberal
fillings
,
rich
fruit
interior
.
Josie
Powell
that
was
.
In
Luke
Doyle
’
s
long
ago
.
Dolphin
’
s
Barn
,
the
charades
.
U
.
p
:
up
.
Change
the
subject
.
—
Do
you
ever
see
anything
of
Mrs
Beaufoy
?
Mr
Bloom
asked
.
—
Mina
Purefoy
?
she
said
.
Philip
Beaufoy
I
was
thinking
.
Playgoers
’
Club
.
Matcham
often
thinks
of
the
masterstroke
.
Did
I
pull
the
chain
?
Yes
.
The
last
act
.
