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The
bells
in
heaven
Were
striking
eleven
.
’
Tis
time
for
her
poor
soul
To
get
out
of
heaven
.
BLOOM
:
(
Quietly
lays
a
half
sovereign
on
the
table
between
Bella
and
Florry
.
)
So
.
Allow
me
.
(
He
takes
up
the
poundnote
.
)
Three
times
ten
.
We
’
re
square
.
BELLA
:
(
Admiringly
.
)
You
’
re
such
a
slyboots
,
old
cocky
.
I
could
kiss
you
.
ZOE
:
(
Points
.
)
Him
?
Deep
as
a
drawwell
.
(
Lynch
bends
Kitty
back
over
the
sofa
and
kisses
her
.
Bloom
goes
with
the
poundnote
to
Stephen
.
)
BLOOM
:
This
is
yours
.
STEPHEN
:
How
is
that
?
Le
distrait
or
absentminded
beggar
.
(
He
fumbles
again
in
his
pocket
and
draws
out
a
handful
of
coins
.
An
object
falls
.
)
That
fell
.
BLOOM
:
(
Stooping
,
picks
up
and
hands
a
box
of
matches
.
)
This
.
