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after the boatraces and paying nothing. Are you my com-
mander here or? Where is he? I’ll charge him! Disgrace
him, I will! (She Shouts) Zoe! Zoe!
BLOOM: (Urgently) And if it were your own son in Ox-
ford? (Warningly) I know.
BELLA: (Almost speechless) Who are. Incog!
ZOE: (In the doorway) There’s a row on.
BLOOM: What? Where? (He throws a shilling on the table
and starts) That’s for the chimney. Where? I need mountain
air.
(He hurries out through the hall. The whores point. Florry
follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the door-
step all the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right
where the fog has cleared off. From the left arrives a jingling
hackney car. It slows to in front of the house. Bloom at the
halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is about to dismount
from the car with two silent lechers. He averts his face. Bella
from within the hall urges on her whores. They blow ick-
ylickysticky yumyum kisses. Corny Kelleher replies with a
ghastly lewd smile. The silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey.
Zoe and Kitty still point right. Bloom, parting them swiftly,
draws his caliph’s hood and poncho and hurries down the
steps with sideways face. Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits be-
hind the silent lechers and hastens on by the railings with
fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him, torn enve-
lopes drenched in aniseed. The ashplant marks his stride. A
pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandish-
ing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers,
follow from fir, picking up the scent, nearer, baying, pant-