""Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:
- Give us it here.
Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey, sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs:
- A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly?
- Gone to meet father, Maggy said." (U10.283)
"Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added:
- Our father who art not in heaven." (U10.290)
"Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed:
- Boody! For shame!" (U10.292)
"A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey," (U10.294)
"under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, " (U10.295)
"sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay." (U10.296)
"The blonde girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.
- Put these in first, will you? he said." (U10.299)
An ad for Thornton in a tourist pamphlet from 1902. We get the store's phone number 217; nowadays Dublin phone numbers have 7 digits.
The sign hanging on a corner building, on the left side of Grafton street, indicates Thornton's.
A SV of Grafton street, Thornton again on the left.
"- Yes, sir, the blond girl said, and the fruit on top.
- That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.
She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches." (U10.303)
"Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells." (U10.307)
"H. E. L. Y'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.
He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length.
— Can you send them by tram? Now?
A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's cart." (U10.310)
"The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet." (U10.326)
"He took a red carnation from the tall stemglass.
- This for me? he asked gallantly.
The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing." (U10.327)
"- Yes, sir, she said.
Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches." (U10.332)