Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 10 Page 80

Then our friend’s writ is not worth the paper it’s printed on, Ben Dollard said. The landlord has the prior claim.

I gave him all the particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name?

That’s right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He’s a minister in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?

You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that writ where Jacko put the nuts.

He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.

Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses on his coatfront, following them.

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