Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 10 Page 33

Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from Sport was in looking for you. Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he’ll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes, sir. I’ll ring them up after five.

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Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.

Who’s that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?

Ringabella and Crosshaven, a voice replied groping for foothold.

Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches.

Come on. Mind your steps there.

The vesta in the clergyman’s uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft flame and was let