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Stephen
of
course
started
rather
dizzily
and
stopped
to
return
the
compliment
.
Mr
Bloom
actuated
by
motives
of
inherent
delicacy
inasmuch
as
he
always
believed
in
minding
his
own
business
moved
off
but
nevertheless
remained
on
the
qui
vive
with
just
a
shade
of
anxiety
though
not
funkyish
in
the
least
.
Though
unusual
in
the
Dublin
area
he
knew
that
it
was
not
by
any
means
unknown
for
desperadoes
who
had
next
to
nothing
to
live
on
to
be
abroad
waylaying
and
generally
terrorising
peaceable
pedestrians
by
placing
a
pistol
at
their
head
in
some
secluded
spot
outside
the
city
proper
,
famished
loiterers
of
the
Thames
embankment
category
they
might
be
hanging
about
there
or
simply
marauders
ready
to
decamp
with
whatever
boodle
they
could
in
one
fell
swoop
at
a
moment
’
s
notice
,
your
money
or
your
life
,
leaving
you
there
to
point
a
moral
,
gagged
and
garrotted
.
Stephen
,
that
is
when
the
accosting
figure
came
to
close
quarters
,
though
he
was
not
in
an
over
sober
state
himself
recognised
Corley
’
s
breath
redolent
of
rotten
cornjuice
.
Lord
John
Corley
some
called
him
and
his
genealogy
came
about
in
this
wise
.
He
was
the
eldest
son
of
inspector
Corley
of
the
G
division
,
lately
deceased
,
who
had
married
a
certain
Katherine
Brophy
,
the
daughter
of
a
Louth
farmer
.
His
grandfather
Patrick
Michael
Corley
of
New
Ross
had
married
the
widow
of
a
publican
there
whose
maiden
name
had
been
Katherine
(
also
)
Talbot
.
Rumour
had
it
(
though
not
proved
)
that
she
descended
from
the
house
of
the
lords
Talbot
de
Malahide
in
whose
mansion
,
really
an
unquestionably
fine
residence
of
its
kind
and
well
worth
seeing
,
her
mother
or
aunt
or
some
relative
,
a
woman
,
as
the
tale
went
,
of
extreme
beauty
,
had
enjoyed
the
distinction
of
being
in
service
in
the
washkitchen
.
This
therefore
was
the
reason
why
the
still
comparatively
young
though
dissolute
man
who
now
addressed
Stephen
was
spoken
of
by
some
with
facetious
proclivities
as
Lord
John
Corley
.
Taking
Stephen
on
one
side
he
had
the
customary
doleful
ditty
to
tell
.
Not
as
much
as
a
farthing
to
purchase
a
night
’
s
lodgings
.
His
friends
had
all
deserted
him
.
Furthermore
he
had
a
row
with
Lenehan
and
called
him
to
Stephen
a
mean
bloody
swab
with
a
sprinkling
of
a
number
of
other
uncalledfor
expressions
.
He
was
out
of
a
job
and
implored
of
Stephen
to
tell
him
where
on
God
’
s
earth
he
could
get
something
,
anything
at
all
,
to
do
.
No
,
it
was
the
daughter
of
the
mother
in
the
washkitchen
that
was
fostersister
to
the
heir
of
the
house
or
else
they
were
connected
through
the
mother
in
some
way
,
both
occurrences
happening
at
the
same
time
if
the
whole
thing
wasn
’
t
a
complete
fabrication
from
start
to
finish
.
Anyhow
he
was
all
in
.
—
I
wouldn
’
t
ask
you
only
,
pursued
he
,
on
my
solemn
oath
and
God
knows
I
’
m
on
the
rocks
.
—
There
’
ll
be
a
job
tomorrow
or
next
day
,
Stephen
told
him
,
in
a
boys
’
school
at
Dalkey
for
a
gentleman
usher
.
Mr
Garrett
Deasy
.
Try
it
.
You
may
mention
my
name
.
—
Ah
,
God
,
Corley
replied
,
sure
I
couldn
’
t
teach
in
a
school
,
man
.
I
was
never
one
of
your
bright
ones
,
he
added
with
a
half
laugh
.
I
got
stuck
twice
in
the
junior
at
the
christian
brothers
.
—
I
have
no
place
to
sleep
myself
,
Stephen
informed
him
.
Corley
at
the
first
go
-
off
was
inclined
to
suspect
it
was
something
to
do
with
Stephen
being
fired
out
of
his
digs
for
bringing
in
a
bloody
tart
off
the
street
.
There
was
a
dosshouse
in
Marlborough
street
,
Mrs
Maloney
’
s
,
but
it
was
only
a
tanner
touch
and
full
of
undesirables
but
M
’
Conachie
told
him
you
got
a
decent
enough
do
in
the
Brazen
Head
over
in
Winetavern
street
(
which
was
distantly
suggestive
to
the
person
addressed
of
friar
Bacon
)
for
a
bob
.
He
was
starving
too
though
he
hadn
’
t
said
a
word
about
it
.
