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—
All
too
Irish
,
Stephen
rejoined
.
As
for
Mr
Bloom
he
could
neither
make
head
or
tail
of
the
whole
business
and
he
was
just
asking
himself
what
possible
connection
when
the
sailor
of
his
own
accord
turned
to
the
other
occupants
of
the
shelter
with
the
remark
:
—
I
seen
him
shoot
two
eggs
off
two
bottles
at
fifty
yards
over
his
shoulder
.
The
lefthand
dead
shot
.
Though
he
was
slightly
hampered
by
an
occasional
stammer
and
his
gestures
being
also
clumsy
as
it
was
still
he
did
his
best
to
explain
.
—
Bottles
out
there
,
say
.
Fifty
yards
measured
.
Eggs
on
the
bottles
.
Cocks
his
gun
over
his
shoulder
.
Aims
.
He
turned
his
body
half
round
,
shut
up
his
right
eye
completely
.
Then
he
screwed
his
features
up
someway
sideways
and
glared
out
into
the
night
with
an
unprepossessing
cast
of
countenance
.
—
Pom
!
he
then
shouted
once
.
The
entire
audience
waited
,
anticipating
an
additional
detonation
,
there
being
still
a
further
egg
.
—
Pom
!
he
shouted
twice
.
Egg
two
evidently
demolished
,
he
nodded
and
winked
,
adding
bloodthirstily
:
