By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets." (U11.151)
Ah, panting, sighing. Sighing, ah, fordone their mirth died down." (U11.158)
Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman, delight, joy, indignation.
- Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.
Shrill, with deep laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!), panting, sweating (O!), all breathless." (U11.169)
- O saints above! Miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.
- O, Miss Douce! Miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly." (U11.180)
Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled." (U11.185)
- O welcome back, Miss Douce.
He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?.
He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
- Gorgeous, she said." (U11.192)
- That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.
Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away." (U11.198)
- Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.
- You must have been a doaty, Miss Douce made answer. " (U11.204)
- With the greatest alacrity, Miss Douce agreed.
With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her crystal keg." (U11.212)
- By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at last, they say. Yes, yes." (U11.216)
None nought said nothing. Yes."
In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge. Yes, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. To Martha I must write. Buy paper. Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.
— He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.
Lenehan came forward.
— Was Mr Boylan looking for me?
He asked. She answered:
— Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?" (U11.222)
- No. He was not.
Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard not seen, read on. Lenehan round the sandwichbell wound his round body round.
- Peep! Who's in the corner?
No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.
Jingle jaunty jingle.
Girlgold she read and did not glance." (U11.237)