"Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter's mouth, gave forth a deep note.
— Aw! he said.
— That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.
— What about that? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty? What?
He turned to both.
— That'll do, Father Cowley said, nodding also.
The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles." (U10.921)