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drop.
(Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher, as-
quint, drawls at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)
CORNY KELLEHER: (Scratches his nape) Sandycove!
(He bends down and calls to Stephen) Eh! (He calls again)
Eh! He’s covered with shavings anyhow. Take care they
didn’t lift anything off him.
BLOOM: No, no, no. I have his money and his hat here
and stick.
CORNY KELLEHER: Ah, well, he’ll get over it. No bones
broken. Well, I’ll shove along. (He laughs) I’ve a rendezvous
in the morning. Burying the dead. Safe home!
THE HORSE: (Neighs) Hohohohohome.
BLOOM: Good night. I’ll just wait and take him along
in a few ...
(Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it.
The horse harness jingles.)
CORNY KELLEHER: (From the car, standing) Night.
BLOOM: Night.
(The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encour-
agingly. The car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and
turn. Corny Kelleher on the sideseat sways his head to and
fro in sign of mirth at Bloom’s plight. The jarvey joins in the
mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the farther seat.
Bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful reply. With thumb
and palm Corny Kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will
allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be done. With a
slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what
Stephen needs. The car jingles tooraloom round the corner