Ulysses by James Joyce
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page 232 of 1080 (21%)
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RETURN OF BLOOM --Yes, he said. I see them. Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the offices of the IRISH CATHOLIC AND DUBLIN PENNY JOURNAL, called: --Mr Crawford! A moment! --TELEGRAPH! Racing special! --What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace. A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face: --Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows! INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR --Just this ad, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps, puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes just now. He'll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he'll see. But he wants a par to call attention in the TELEGRAPH too, the Saturday pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor |
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