Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life?

That’s where he’s gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the tip. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on.

He’s the only man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.

He’s a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.

Mind, Joe, says I. Show us the entrance out.

There you are, says Terry.

Goodbye Ireland I’m going to Gort. So I just went round the back of the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was letting off my (Throwaway twenty to)