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BLOOM
:
Mamma
!
ELLEN
BLOOM
:
(
In
pantomime
dame
’
s
stringed
mobcap
,
widow
Twankey
’
s
crinoline
and
bustle
,
blouse
with
muttonleg
sleeves
buttoned
behind
,
grey
mittens
and
cameo
brooch
,
her
plaited
hair
in
a
crispine
net
,
appears
over
the
staircase
banisters
,
a
slanted
candlestick
in
her
hand
,
and
cries
out
in
shrill
alarm
.
)
O
blessed
Redeemer
,
what
have
they
done
to
him
!
My
smelling
salts
!
(
She
hauls
up
a
reef
of
skirt
and
ransacks
the
pouch
of
her
striped
blay
petticoat
.
A
phial
,
an
Agnus
Dei
,
a
shrivelled
potato
and
a
celluloid
doll
fall
out
.
)
Sacred
Heart
of
Mary
,
where
were
you
at
all
at
all
?
(
Bloom
,
mumbling
,
his
eyes
downcast
,
begins
to
bestow
his
parcels
in
his
filled
pockets
but
desists
,
muttering
.
)
A
VOICE
:
(
Sharply
.
)
Poldy
!
BLOOM
:
Who
?
(
He
ducks
and
wards
off
a
blow
clumsily
.
)
At
your
service
.
(
He
looks
up
.
Beside
her
mirage
of
datepalms
a
handsome
woman
in
Turkish
costume
stands
before
him
.
Opulent
curves
fill
out
her
scarlet
trousers
and
jacket
,
slashed
with
gold
.
A
wide
yellow
cummerbund
girdles
her
.
A
white
yashmak
,
violet
in
the
night
,
covers
her
face
,
leaving
free
only
her
large
dark
eyes
and
raven
hair
.
)
BLOOM
:
Molly
!
MARION
:
Welly
?
Mrs
Marion
from
this
out
,
my
dear
man
,
when
you
speak
to
me
.
(
Satirically
.
)
Has
poor
little
hubby
cold
feet
waiting
so
long
?
BLOOM
:
(
Shifts
from
foot
to
foot
.
)
No
,
no
.
Not
the
least
little
bit
.
(
He
breathes
in
deep
agitation
,
swallowing
gulps
of
air
,
questions
,
hopes
,
crubeens
for
her
supper
,
things
to
tell
her
,
excuse
,
desire
,
spellbound
.
A
coin
gleams
on
her
forehead
.
On
her
feet
are
jewelled
toerings
.
