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(
Bella
raises
her
gown
slightly
and
,
steadying
her
pose
,
lifts
to
the
edge
of
a
chair
a
plump
buskined
hoof
and
a
full
pastern
,
silksocked
.
Bloom
,
stifflegged
,
aging
,
bends
over
her
hoof
and
with
gentle
fingers
draws
out
and
in
her
laces
.
)
BLOOM
:
(
Murmurs
lovingly
.
)
To
be
a
shoefitter
in
Manfield
’
s
was
my
love
’
s
young
dream
,
the
darling
joys
of
sweet
buttonhooking
,
to
lace
up
crisscrossed
to
kneelength
the
dressy
kid
footwear
satinlined
,
so
incredibly
impossibly
small
,
of
Clyde
Road
ladies
.
Even
their
wax
model
Raymonde
I
visited
daily
to
admire
her
cobweb
hose
and
stick
of
rhubarb
toe
,
as
worn
in
Paris
.
THE
HOOF
:
Smell
my
hot
goathide
.
Feel
my
royal
weight
.
BLOOM
:
(
Crosslacing
.
)
Too
tight
?
THE
HOOF
:
If
you
bungle
,
Handy
Andy
,
I
’
ll
kick
your
football
for
you
.
BLOOM
:
Not
to
lace
the
wrong
eyelet
as
I
did
the
night
of
the
bazaar
dance
.
Bad
luck
.
Hook
in
wrong
tache
of
her
.
.
.
person
you
mentioned
.
That
night
she
met
.
.
.
Now
!
(
He
knots
the
lace
.
Bella
places
her
foot
on
the
floor
.
Bloom
raises
his
head
.
Her
heavy
face
,
her
eyes
strike
him
in
midbrow
.
His
eyes
grow
dull
,
darker
and
pouched
,
his
nose
thickens
.
)
BLOOM
:
(
Mumbles
.
)
Awaiting
your
further
orders
we
remain
,
gentlemen
,
.
.
.
BELLO
:
(
With
a
hard
basilisk
stare
,
in
a
baritone
voice
.
)
Hound
of
dishonour
!
