"- Stand up straight for the love of the Lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said. Are you trying to imitate your uncle John the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder? Melancholy God!
Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and held them back.
- Stand up straight, girl, he said. You'll get curvature of the spine. Do you know what you look like?" (U10.657)
"- Did you get any money? Dilly asked.
- Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.
- You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.
- How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek." (U10.668)
"- I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?
- I was not then, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns taught you to be so saucy? Here.
He handed her a shilling.
- See if you can do anything with that, he said.
- I suppose you got five, Dilly said. Give me more than that.
- Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus said threateningly. You're like the rest of them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. But wait awhile. You'll all get a short shrift and a long day from me. Low blackguardism! I'm going to get rid of you. Wouldn't care if I was stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead." (U8.675)
"- Can't you look for some money somewhere? Dilly said.
Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.
- I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell street. I'll try this one now.
- You're very funny, Dilly said, grinning." (U10.701)
"- Here, Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk for yourself and a bun or a something. I'll be home shortly.
He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of Parkgate.
- I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.
The lacquey banged loudly." (U10.706)
"Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a pursing mincing mouth:
- The little nuns! Nice little things! O, sure they wouldn't do anything! O, sure they wouldn't really! Is it little sister Monica!" (U10.713)
" *** " (U10.717)
"From the sundial towards James's Gate walked Mr Kernan," (U10.718)

St. James's Gate is the Guinness brewery, leased in 1759 by Arthur Guinness for 9,000 years at £45 per year. It became the largest brewery in Ireland in 1838, and was the largest in the world in 1914. During the 19c. and early 20c., Guinness owned most of the buildings in the surrounding area, including many streets of offices, or housing for employees. The brewery had its own power plant. Although no longer the largest brewery overall, it still is the largest brewery of stout in the world.
"Lovely weather we 're having. Yes, indeed. Good for the country. Those farmers are always grumbling." (U10.723)
"I'll just take a thimbleful of your best gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir." (U10.724)
"Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. Terrible, terrible!" (U10.725)
"A thousand casualties." (U10.726)
"And heartrending scenes. Men trampling down women and children. Most brutal thing." (U10.727)
"What do they say was the cause? Spontaneous combustion: most scandalous revelation." (U10.727)
"Not a single lifeboat would float and the firehose all burst." (U10.729)
"What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that... Now you're talking straight, Mr Crimmins. You know why? Palmoil. Is that a fact? Without a doubt. Well now, look at that." (U10.729)
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