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—Boyd? Martin Cunningham said shortly. Touch me
not.
John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came
after them quickly down Cork hill.
On the steps of the City hall Councillor Nannetti,
descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abra-
ham Lyon ascending.
The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange
street.
—Look here, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, overtaking
them at the Mail office. I see Bloom put his name down for
five shillings.
—Quite right, Martin Cunningham said, taking the list.
And put down the five shillings too.
—Without a second word either, Mr Power said.
—Strange but true, Martin Cunningham added.
John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.
—I’ll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted,
elegantly.
They went down Parliament street.
—There’s Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for
Kavanagh’s.
—Righto, Martin Cunningham said. Here goes.
Outside la Maison Claire Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack
Mooney’s brother-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the lib-
erties.
John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power, while Mar-
tin Cunningham took the elbow of a dapper little man in
a shower of hail suit, who walked uncertainly, with hasty