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—
No
,
thank
you
,
sir
,
the
old
woman
said
,
slipping
the
ring
of
the
milkcan
on
her
forearm
and
about
to
go
.
Haines
said
to
her
:
—
Have
you
your
bill
?
We
had
better
pay
her
,
Mulligan
,
hadn
’
t
we
?
Stephen
filled
again
the
three
cups
.
—
Bill
,
sir
?
she
said
,
halting
.
Well
,
it
’
s
seven
mornings
a
pint
at
twopence
is
seven
twos
is
a
shilling
and
twopence
over
and
these
three
mornings
a
quart
at
fourpence
is
three
quarts
is
a
shilling
.
That
’
s
a
shilling
and
one
and
two
is
two
and
two
,
sir
.
Buck
Mulligan
sighed
and
,
having
filled
his
mouth
with
a
crust
thickly
buttered
on
both
sides
,
stretched
forth
his
legs
and
began
to
search
his
trouser
pockets
.
—
Pay
up
and
look
pleasant
,
Haines
said
to
him
,
smiling
.
Stephen
filled
a
third
cup
,
a
spoonful
of
tea
colouring
faintly
the
thick
rich
milk
.
Buck
Mulligan
brought
up
a
florin
,
twisted
it
round
in
his
fingers
and
cried
:
—
A
miracle
!
He
passed
it
along
the
table
towards
the
old
woman
,
saying
:
