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—
With
the
greatest
alacrity
,
miss
Douce
agreed
.
With
grace
of
alacrity
towards
the
mirror
gilt
Cantrell
and
Cochrane
’
s
she
turned
herself
.
With
grace
she
tapped
a
measure
of
gold
whisky
from
her
crystal
keg
.
Forth
from
the
skirt
of
his
coat
Mr
Dedalus
brought
pouch
and
pipe
.
Alacrity
she
served
.
He
blew
through
the
flue
two
husky
fifenotes
.
—
By
Jove
,
he
mused
,
I
often
wanted
to
see
the
Mourne
mountains
.
Must
be
a
great
tonic
in
the
air
down
there
.
But
a
long
threatening
comes
at
last
,
they
say
.
Yes
.
Yes
.
Yes
.
He
fingered
shreds
of
hair
,
her
maidenhair
,
her
mermaid
’
s
,
into
the
bowl
.
Chips
.
Shreds
.
Musing
.
Mute
.
None
nought
said
nothing
.
Yes
.
Gaily
miss
Douce
polished
a
tumbler
,
trilling
:
—
O
,
Idolores
,
queen
of
the
eastern
seas
!
—
Was
Mr
Lidwell
in
today
?
In
came
Lenehan
.
Round
him
peered
Lenehan
.
Mr
Bloom
reached
Essex
bridge
.
Yes
,
Mr
Bloom
crossed
bridge
of
Yessex
.
To
Martha
I
must
write
.
Buy
paper
.
Daly
’
s
.
Girl
there
civil
.
Bloom
.
Old
Bloom
.
Blue
bloom
is
on
the
rye
.
—
He
was
in
at
lunchtime
,
miss
Douce
said
.
