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The
beautiful
woman
threw
off
her
sabletrimmed
wrap
,
displaying
her
queenly
shoulders
and
heaving
embonpoint
.
An
imperceptible
smile
played
round
her
perfect
lips
as
she
turned
to
him
calmly
.
Mr
Bloom
read
again
:
The
beautiful
woman
.
Warmth
showered
gently
over
him
,
cowing
his
flesh
.
Flesh
yielded
amply
amid
rumpled
clothes
:
whites
of
eyes
swooning
up
.
His
nostrils
arched
themselves
for
prey
.
Melting
breast
ointments
(
for
him
!
For
Raoul
!
)
.
Armpits
’
oniony
sweat
.
Fishgluey
slime
(
her
heaving
embonpoint
!
)
.
Feel
!
Press
!
Crished
!
Sulphur
dung
of
lions
!
Young
!
Young
!
An
elderly
female
,
no
more
young
,
left
the
building
of
the
courts
of
chancery
,
king
’
s
bench
,
exchequer
and
common
pleas
,
having
heard
in
the
lord
chancellor
’
s
court
the
case
in
lunacy
of
Potterton
,
in
the
admiralty
division
the
summons
,
exparte
motion
,
of
the
owners
of
the
Lady
Cairns
versus
the
owners
of
the
barque
Mona
,
in
the
court
of
appeal
reservation
of
judgment
in
the
case
of
Harvey
versus
the
Ocean
Accident
and
Guarantee
Corporation
.
Phlegmy
coughs
shook
the
air
of
the
bookshop
,
bulging
out
the
dingy
curtains
.
The
shopman
’
s
uncombed
grey
head
came
out
and
his
unshaven
reddened
face
,
coughing
.
He
raked
his
throat
rudely
,
puked
phlegm
on
the
floor
.
He
put
his
boot
on
what
he
had
spat
,
wiping
his
sole
along
it
,
and
bent
,
showing
a
rawskinned
crown
,
scantily
haired
.
Mr
Bloom
beheld
it
.
Mastering
his
troubled
breath
,
he
said
:
—
I
’
ll
take
this
one
.
