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           Theblindsoftheavenuepassedandnumberninewithitscrapedknocker,doorajar.Atwalkingpace.

           Theywaitedstill,theirkneesjogging,tilltheyhadturnedandwerepassingalongthetramtracks.Tritonvilleroad.Quicker.Thewheelsrattledrollingoverthecobbledcausewayandthecrazyglassesshookrattlinginthedoorframes.

           —Whatwayishetakingus?MrPoweraskedthroughbothwindows.

           —Irishtown,MartinCunninghamsaid.Ringsend.Brunswickstreet.

           MrDedalusnodded,lookingout.

           —That’safineoldcustom,hesaid.Iamgladtoseeithasnotdiedout.

           Allwatchedawhilethroughtheirwindowscapsandhatsliftedbypassers.Respect.ThecarriageswervedfromthetramtracktothesmootherroadpastWaterylane.MrBloomatgazesawalitheyoungman,cladinmourning,awidehat.

           —There’safriendofyoursgoneby,Dedalus,hesaid.

           —Whoisthat?

           —Yoursonandheir.

           —Whereishe?MrDedalussaid,stretchingoveracross.

           Thecarriage,passingtheopendrainsandmoundsofrippeduproadwaybeforethetenementhouses,lurchedroundthecornerand,swervingbacktothetramtrack,rolledonnoisilywithchatteringwheels.MrDedalusfellback,saying:

           —WasthatMulligancadwithhim?HisfidusAchates!

           —No,MrBloomsaid.Hewasalone.

           —DownwithhisauntSally,Isuppose,MrDedalussaid,theGouldingfaction,thedrunkenlittlecostdrawerandCrissie,papa’slittlelumpofdung,thewisechildthatknowsherownfather.

           MrBloomsmiledjoylesslyonRingsendroad.WallaceBros:thebottleworks:Dodderbridge.

           RichieGouldingandthelegalbag.Goulding,CollisandWardhecallsthefirm.