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The
shopman
lifted
eyes
bleared
with
old
rheum
.
—
Sweets
of
Sin
,
he
said
,
tapping
on
it
.
That
’
s
a
good
one
.
*
*
*
The
lacquey
by
the
door
of
Dillon
’
s
auctionrooms
shook
his
handbell
twice
again
and
viewed
himself
in
the
chalked
mirror
of
the
cabinet
.
Dilly
Dedalus
,
loitering
by
the
curbstone
,
heard
the
beats
of
the
bell
,
the
cries
of
the
auctioneer
within
.
Four
and
nine
.
Those
lovely
curtains
.
Five
shillings
.
Cosy
curtains
.
Selling
new
at
two
guineas
.
Any
advance
on
five
shillings
?
Going
for
five
shillings
.
The
lacquey
lifted
his
handbell
and
shook
it
:
—
Barang
!
Bang
of
the
lastlap
bell
spurred
the
halfmile
wheelmen
to
their
sprint
.
J
.
A
.
Jackson
,
W
.
E
.
Wylie
,
A
.
Munro
and
H
.
T
.
Gahan
,
their
stretched
necks
wagging
,
negotiated
the
curve
by
the
College
library
.
Mr
Dedalus
,
tugging
a
long
moustache
,
came
round
from
Williams
’
s
row
.
He
halted
near
his
daughter
.
—
It
’
s
time
for
you
,
she
said
.
