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—
That
will
do
,
Mr
Deasy
said
briskly
.
I
wrote
last
night
to
Mr
Field
,
M
.
P
.
There
is
a
meeting
of
the
cattletraders
’
association
today
at
the
City
Arms
hotel
.
I
asked
him
to
lay
my
letter
before
the
meeting
.
You
see
if
you
can
get
it
into
your
two
papers
.
What
are
they
?
—
The
Evening
Telegraph
.
.
.
—
That
will
do
,
Mr
Deasy
said
.
There
is
no
time
to
lose
.
Now
I
have
to
answer
that
letter
from
my
cousin
.
—
Good
morning
,
sir
,
Stephen
said
,
putting
the
sheets
in
his
pocket
.
Thank
you
.
—
Not
at
all
,
Mr
Deasy
said
as
he
searched
the
papers
on
his
desk
.
I
like
to
break
a
lance
with
you
,
old
as
I
am
.
—
Good
morning
,
sir
,
Stephen
said
again
,
bowing
to
his
bent
back
.
He
went
out
by
the
open
porch
and
down
the
gravel
path
under
the
trees
,
hearing
the
cries
of
voices
and
crack
of
sticks
from
the
playfield
.
The
lions
couchant
on
the
pillars
as
he
passed
out
through
the
gate
:
toothless
terrors
.
Still
I
will
help
him
in
his
fight
.
Mulligan
will
dub
me
a
new
name
:
the
bullockbefriending
bard
.
—
Mr
Dedalus
!
Running
after
me
.
No
more
letters
,
I
hope
—
Just
one
moment
.
