"- Are you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.
- Later on, Haines said. Not on my breakfast.
Stephen turned away.
- I'm going, Mulligan, he said.
- Give us that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said, to keep my chemise flat.
Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes." (U1.717)
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