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Accordingly
after
a
few
such
preliminaries
as
brushing
,
in
spite
of
his
having
forgotten
to
take
up
his
rather
soapsuddy
handkerchief
after
it
had
done
yeoman
service
in
the
shaving
line
,
they
both
walked
together
along
Beaver
street
or
,
more
properly
,
lane
as
far
as
the
farrier
’
s
and
the
distinctly
fetid
atmosphere
of
the
livery
stables
at
the
corner
of
Montgomery
street
where
they
made
tracks
to
the
left
from
thence
debouching
into
Amiens
street
round
by
the
corner
of
Dan
Bergin
’
s
.
But
as
he
confidently
anticipated
there
was
not
a
sign
of
a
Jehu
plying
for
hire
anywhere
to
be
seen
except
a
fourwheeler
,
probably
engaged
by
some
fellows
inside
on
the
spree
,
outside
the
North
Star
hotel
and
there
was
no
symptom
of
its
budging
a
quarter
of
an
inch
when
Mr
Bloom
,
who
was
anything
but
a
professional
whistler
,
endeavoured
to
hail
it
by
emitting
a
kind
of
a
whistle
,
holding
his
arms
arched
over
his
head
,
twice
.
This
was
a
quandary
but
,
bringing
common
sense
to
bear
on
it
,
evidently
there
was
nothing
for
it
but
put
a
good
face
on
the
matter
and
foot
it
which
they
accordingly
did
.
So
,
bevelling
around
by
Mullett
’
s
and
the
Signal
House
which
they
shortly
reached
,
they
proceeded
perforce
in
the
direction
of
Amiens
street
railway
terminus
,
Mr
Bloom
being
handicapped
by
the
circumstance
that
one
of
the
back
buttons
of
his
trousers
had
,
to
vary
the
timehonoured
adage
,
gone
the
way
of
all
buttons
though
,
entering
thoroughly
into
the
spirit
of
the
thing
,
he
heroically
made
light
of
the
mischance
.
So
as
neither
of
them
were
particularly
pressed
for
time
,
as
it
happened
,
and
the
temperature
refreshing
since
it
cleared
up
after
the
recent
visitation
of
Jupiter
Pluvius
,
they
dandered
along
past
by
where
the
empty
vehicle
was
waiting
without
a
fare
or
a
jarvey
.
As
it
so
happened
a
Dublin
United
Tramways
Company
’
s
sandstrewer
happened
to
be
returning
and
the
elder
man
recounted
to
his
companion
à
propos
of
the
incident
his
own
truly
miraculous
escape
of
some
little
while
back
.
They
passed
the
main
entrance
of
the
Great
Northern
railway
station
,
the
starting
point
for
Belfast
,
where
of
course
all
traffic
was
suspended
at
that
late
hour
and
passing
the
backdoor
of
the
morgue
(
a
not
very
enticing
locality
,
not
to
say
gruesome
to
a
degree
,
more
especially
at
night
)
ultimately
gained
the
Dock
Tavern
and
in
due
course
turned
into
Store
street
,
famous
for
its
C
division
police
station
.
Between
this
point
and
the
high
at
present
unlit
warehouses
of
Beresford
place
Stephen
thought
to
think
of
Ibsen
,
associated
with
Baird
’
s
the
stonecutter
’
s
in
his
mind
somehow
in
Talbot
place
,
first
turning
on
the
right
,
while
the
other
who
was
acting
as
his
fidus
Achates
inhaled
with
internal
satisfaction
the
smell
of
James
Rourke
’
s
city
bakery
,
situated
quite
close
to
where
they
were
,
the
very
palatable
odour
indeed
of
our
daily
bread
,
of
all
commodities
of
the
public
the
primary
and
most
indispensable
.
Bread
,
the
staff
of
life
,
earn
your
bread
,
O
tell
me
where
is
fancy
bread
,
at
Rourke
’
s
the
baker
’
s
it
is
said
.
En
route
to
his
taciturn
and
,
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
on
it
,
not
yet
perfectly
sober
companion
Mr
Bloom
who
at
all
events
was
in
complete
possession
of
his
faculties
,
never
more
so
,
in
fact
disgustingly
sober
,
spoke
a
word
of
caution
re
the
dangers
of
nighttown
,
women
of
ill
fame
and
swell
mobsmen
,
which
,
barely
permissible
once
in
a
while
though
not
as
a
habitual
practice
,
was
of
the
nature
of
a
regular
deathtrap
for
young
fellows
of
his
age
particularly
if
they
had
acquired
drinking
habits
under
the
influence
of
liquor
unless
you
knew
a
little
jiujitsu
for
every
contingency
as
even
a
fellow
on
the
broad
of
his
back
could
administer
a
nasty
kick
if
you
didn
’
t
look
out
.
Highly
providential
was
the
appearance
on
the
scene
of
Corny
Kelleher
when
Stephen
was
blissfully
unconscious
but
for
that
man
in
the
gap
turning
up
at
the
eleventh
hour
the
finis
might
have
been
that
he
might
have
been
a
candidate
for
the
accident
ward
or
,
failing
that
,
the
bridewell
and
an
appearance
in
the
court
next
day
before
Mr
Tobias
or
,
he
being
the
solicitor
rather
,
old
Wall
,
he
meant
to
say
,
or
Mahony
which
simply
spelt
ruin
for
a
chap
when
it
got
bruited
about
.
The
reason
he
mentioned
the
fact
was
that
a
lot
of
those
policemen
,
whom
he
cordially
disliked
,
were
admittedly
unscrupulous
in
the
service
of
the
Crown
and
,
as
Mr
Bloom
put
it
,
recalling
a
case
or
two
in
the
A
division
in
Clanbrassil
street
,
prepared
to
swear
a
hole
through
a
ten
gallon
pot
.
Never
on
the
spot
when
wanted
but
in
quiet
parts
of
the
city
,
Pembroke
road
for
example
,
the
guardians
of
the
law
were
well
in
evidence
,
the
obvious
reason
being
they
were
paid
to
protect
the
upper
classes
.
Another
thing
he
commented
on
was
equipping
soldiers
with
firearms
or
sidearms
of
any
description
liable
to
go
off
at
any
time
which
was
tantamount
to
inciting
them
against
civilians
should
by
any
chance
they
fall
out
over
anything
.
You
frittered
away
your
time
,
he
very
sensibly
maintained
,
and
health
and
also
character
besides
which
,
the
squandermania
of
the
thing
,
fast
women
of
the
demimonde
ran
away
with
a
lot
of
£
.
s
.
d
.
into
the
bargain
and
the
greatest
danger
of
all
was
who
you
got
drunk
with
though
,
touching
the
much
vexed
question
of
stimulants
,
he
relished
a
glass
of
choice
old
wine
in
season
as
both
nourishing
and
bloodmaking
and
possessing
aperient
virtues
(
notably
a
good
burgundy
which
he
was
a
staunch
believer
in
)
still
never
beyond
a
certain
point
where
he
invariably
drew
the
line
as
it
simply
led
to
trouble
all
round
to
say
nothing
of
your
being
at
the
tender
mercy
of
others
practically
.
Most
of
all
he
commented
adversely
on
the
desertion
of
Stephen
by
all
his
pubhunting
confrères
but
one
,
a
most
glaring
piece
of
ratting
on
the
part
of
his
brother
medicos
under
all
the
circs
.
—
And
that
one
was
Judas
,
Stephen
said
,
who
up
to
then
had
said
nothing
whatsoever
of
any
kind
.
Discussing
these
and
kindred
topics
they
made
a
beeline
across
the
back
of
the
Customhouse
and
passed
under
the
Loop
Line
bridge
where
a
brazier
of
coke
burning
in
front
of
a
sentrybox
or
something
like
one
attracted
their
rather
lagging
footsteps
.
Stephen
of
his
own
accord
stopped
for
no
special
reason
to
look
at
the
heap
of
barren
cobblestones
and
by
the
light
emanating
from
the
brazier
he
could
just
make
out
the
darker
figure
of
the
corporation
watchman
inside
the
gloom
of
the
sentrybox
.
He
began
to
remember
that
this
had
happened
or
had
been
mentioned
as
having
happened
before
but
it
cost
him
no
small
effort
before
he
remembered
that
he
recognised
in
the
sentry
a
quondam
friend
of
his
father
’
s
,
Gumley
.
To
avoid
a
meeting
he
drew
nearer
to
the
pillars
of
the
railway
bridge
.
—
Someone
saluted
you
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
A
figure
of
middle
height
on
the
prowl
evidently
under
the
arches
saluted
again
,
calling
:
—
Night
!
