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MRS
BREEN
:
Let
’
s
.
(
The
bawd
makes
an
unheeded
sign
.
Bloom
walks
on
with
Mrs
Breen
.
The
terrier
follows
,
whining
piteously
,
wagging
his
tail
.
)
THE
BAWD
:
Jewman
’
s
melt
!
BLOOM
:
(
In
an
oatmeal
sporting
suit
,
a
sprig
of
woodbine
in
the
lapel
,
tony
buff
shirt
,
shepherd
’
s
plaid
Saint
Andrew
’
s
cross
scarftie
,
white
spats
,
fawn
dustcoat
on
his
arm
,
tawny
red
brogues
,
fieldglasses
in
bandolier
and
a
grey
billycock
hat
.
)
Do
you
remember
a
long
long
time
,
years
and
years
ago
,
just
after
Milly
,
Marionette
we
called
her
,
was
weaned
when
we
all
went
together
to
Fairyhouse
races
,
was
it
?
MRS
BREEN
:
(
In
smart
Saxe
tailormade
,
white
velours
hat
and
spider
veil
.
)
Leopardstown
.
BLOOM
:
I
mean
,
Leopardstown
.
And
Molly
won
seven
shillings
on
a
three
year
old
named
Nevertell
and
coming
home
along
by
Foxrock
in
that
old
fiveseater
shanderadan
of
a
waggonette
you
were
in
your
heyday
then
and
you
had
on
that
new
hat
of
white
velours
with
a
surround
of
molefur
that
Mrs
Hayes
advised
you
to
buy
because
it
was
marked
down
to
nineteen
and
eleven
,
a
bit
of
wire
and
an
old
rag
of
velveteen
,
and
I
’
ll
lay
you
what
you
like
she
did
it
on
purpose
.
.
.
MRS
BREEN
:
She
did
,
of
course
,
the
cat
!
Don
’
t
tell
me
!
Nice
adviser
!
BLOOM
:
Because
it
didn
’
t
suit
you
one
quarter
as
well
as
the
other
ducky
little
tammy
toque
with
the
bird
of
paradise
wing
in
it
that
I
admired
on
you
and
you
honestly
looked
just
too
fetching
in
it
though
it
was
a
pity
to
kill
it
,
you
cruel
naughty
creature
,
little
mite
of
a
thing
with
a
heart
the
size
of
a
fullstop
.
MRS
BREEN
:
(
Squeezes
his
arm
,
simpers
.
)
Naughty
cruel
I
was
!
BLOOM
:
(
Low
,
secretly
,
ever
more
rapidly
.
)
And
Molly
was
eating
a
sandwich
of
spiced
beef
out
of
Mrs
Joe
Gallaher
’
s
lunch
basket
.
Frankly
,
though
she
had
her
advisers
or
admirers
,
I
never
cared
much
for
her
style
.
She
was
.
.
.
