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Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of
rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the Moira, was it?
They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator's form.
Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.
--Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.
A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner
of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
--In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.
Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:
--The devil break the hasp of your back!
Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as
the carriage passed Gray's statue.
--We have all been there, Martin Cunningham said broadly.
His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
--Well, nearly all of us.
Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces.
--That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and
the son.
--About the boatman? Mr Power asked.
--Yes. Isn't it awfully good?
--What is that? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn't hear it.


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