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—
Sceptre
will
win
in
a
canter
,
he
said
.
—
I
plunged
a
bit
,
said
Boylan
winking
and
drinking
.
Not
on
my
own
,
you
know
.
Fancy
of
a
friend
of
mine
.
Lenehan
still
drank
and
grinned
at
his
tilted
ale
and
at
miss
Douce
’
s
lips
that
all
but
hummed
,
not
shut
,
the
oceansong
her
lips
had
trilled
.
Idolores
.
The
eastern
seas
.
Clock
whirred
.
Miss
Kennedy
passed
their
way
(
flower
,
wonder
who
gave
)
,
bearing
away
teatray
.
Clock
clacked
.
Miss
Douce
took
Boylan
’
s
coin
,
struck
boldly
the
cashregister
.
It
clanged
.
Clock
clacked
.
Fair
one
of
Egypt
teased
and
sorted
in
the
till
and
hummed
and
handed
coins
in
change
.
Look
to
the
west
.
A
clack
.
For
me
.
—
What
time
is
that
?
asked
Blazes
Boylan
.
Four
?
O
’
clock
.
Lenehan
,
small
eyes
ahunger
on
her
humming
,
bust
ahumming
,
tugged
Blazes
Boylan
’
s
elbowsleeve
.
—
Let
’
s
hear
the
time
,
he
said
.
The
bag
of
Goulding
,
Collis
,
Ward
led
Bloom
by
ryebloom
flowered
tables
.
Aimless
he
chose
with
agitated
aim
,
bald
Pat
attending
,
a
table
near
the
door
.
Be
near
.
At
four
.
Has
he
forgotten
?
Perhaps
a
trick
.
Not
come
:
whet
appetite
.
I
couldn
’
t
do
.
Wait
,
wait
.
Pat
,
waiter
,
waited
.
