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Shall
carry
my
heart
to
thee
!
(
The
trick
doorhandle
turns
.
)
THE
DOORHANDLE
:
Theeee
!
ZOE
:
The
devil
is
in
that
door
.
(
A
male
form
passes
down
the
creaking
staircase
and
is
heard
taking
the
waterproof
and
hat
from
the
rack
.
Bloom
starts
forward
involuntarily
and
,
half
closing
the
door
as
he
passes
,
takes
the
chocolate
from
his
pocket
and
offers
it
nervously
to
Zoe
.
)
ZOE
:
(
Sniffs
his
hair
briskly
.
)
Hmmm
!
Thank
your
mother
for
the
rabbits
.
I
’
m
very
fond
of
what
I
like
.
BLOOM
:
(
Hearing
a
male
voice
in
talk
with
the
whores
on
the
doorstep
,
pricks
his
ears
.
)
If
it
were
he
?
After
?
Or
because
not
?
Or
the
double
event
?
ZOE
:
(
Tears
open
the
silverfoil
.
)
Fingers
was
made
before
forks
.
(
She
breaks
off
and
nibbles
a
piece
,
gives
a
piece
to
Kitty
Ricketts
and
then
turns
kittenishly
to
Lynch
.
)
No
objection
to
French
lozenges
?
(
He
nods
.
She
taunts
him
.
)
Have
it
now
or
wait
till
you
get
it
?
(
He
opens
his
mouth
,
his
head
cocked
.
She
whirls
the
prize
in
left
circle
.
His
head
follows
.
She
whirls
it
back
in
right
circle
.
He
eyes
her
.
)
Catch
!
(
She
tosses
a
piece
.
With
an
adroit
snap
he
catches
it
and
bites
it
through
with
a
crack
.
)
