He followed M‘Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.
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#Ulysse 4393
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#Ulysse 2523
3 janvier 2019, par Guillaume VissacHe began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J. J. O’Molloy who placed the tissues in his receiving hands.
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#Ulysse 4400
7 mars, par Guillaume VissacDown went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky’s vest and all, with the rope round him.
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#Ulysse 4432
8 avril, par Guillaume Vissac—The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She’s a gamey mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey : the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God, I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. And what star is that, Poldy ? says she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. That one, is it ? says Chris Callinan, sure that’s only what you might call a pinprick. By God, he wasn’t far wide of the mark.
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#Ulysse 2775
19 septembre 2019, par Guillaume VissacA bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm. Lenehan’s yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown ?
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#Ulysse 4439
15 avril, par Guillaume Vissac— He’s a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He’s not one of your common or garden ... you know ... There’s a touch of the artist about old Bloom.
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#Ulysse 4426
2 avril, par Guillaume Vissac—I know, M‘Coy said. The year the missus was there .....
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#Ulysse 2504
15 décembre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt ? I’m in a hurry.
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#Ulysse 2593
21 mars 2019, par Guillaume VissacLenehan announced gladly :
— The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze ? Rows of cast steel. Gee ! -
#Ulysse 2597
25 mars 2019, par Guillaume VissacLenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling tissues.