"The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in the sun: flicker, flick.
— Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
— O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks." (U5.138)
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