Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 4 Page 17

pocket and laid them on the rubber prickles. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the till.

Thank you, sir. Another time.

A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze after an instant. No: better not: another time.

Good morning, he said, moving away.

Good morning, sir.

No sign. Gone. What matter?

He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely. Agendath Netaim: planters’ company. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa. You pay eighty marks and they