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PAT
:
(
Advances
with
a
tilted
dish
of
spillspilling
gravy
.
)
Steak
and
kidney
.
Bottle
of
lager
.
Hee
hee
hee
.
Wait
till
I
wait
.
RICHIE
:
Goodgod
.
Inev
erate
inall
.
.
.
(
With
hanging
head
he
marches
doggedly
forward
.
The
navvy
,
lurching
by
,
gores
him
with
his
flaming
pronghorn
.
)
RICHIE
:
(
With
a
cry
of
pain
,
his
hand
to
his
back
.
)
Ah
!
Bright
’
s
!
Lights
!
BLOOM
:
(
Points
to
the
navvy
.
)
A
spy
.
Don
’
t
attract
attention
.
I
hate
stupid
crowds
.
I
am
not
on
pleasure
bent
.
I
am
in
a
grave
predicament
.
MRS
BREEN
:
Humbugging
and
deluthering
as
per
usual
with
your
cock
and
bull
story
.
BLOOM
:
I
want
to
tell
you
a
little
secret
about
how
I
came
to
be
here
.
But
you
must
never
tell
.
Not
even
Molly
.
I
have
a
most
particular
reason
.
MRS
BREEN
:
(
All
agog
.
)
O
,
not
for
worlds
.
BLOOM
:
Let
’
s
walk
on
.
Shall
us
?
