"Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously rustling over head and shoulders. And quickly too!
BLOOM
(Shrinks.) Silk, mistress said! O crinkly! scrapy! Must I tiptouch it with my nails?"
(U15.2966)
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