"Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Are you not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo." (U11.295)
"Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man. For Raoul." (U11.301)
"He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jauntingcar." (U11.302)

A Jaunting-car (or Outside Car) is a light two-wheeled carriage for a single horse. It usually seats four persons placed back to back, with the foot-boards projecting over the wheels.
"In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.
From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.
Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with Miss Douce.
- The bright stars fade...
A voiceless song sang from within, singing:
- ...the morn is breaking." (U11.312)
"A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn.
- The dewdrops pearl...
Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.
- But look this way, he said, rose of Castile." (U11.323)
"Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped." (U11.330)

The Jaunting Car was a popular mode of transportation in 19c. Dublin. There are several songs celebrating 'The Irish Jaunting Car' such as reproduced on this PC. The oldest I came across was written in the 1850s by the American entertainer Valentine Vousden; its tune was later borrowed for the Confederate song 'Bonnie Blue Flag;' it is listed in 'Beadle's Dime Song Book' from 1860.
"She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile. Fretted forlorn, dreamily rose.
- Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.
She answered, slighting:
- Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.
Like lady, ladylike." (U11.331)
"Smart Boylan bespoke potions.
- What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a sloegin for me. Wire in yet?
Not yet. At four he. All said four.
Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff's office. Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting. Wait." (U11.349)
"Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What, Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there. See, not be seen. I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince." (U11.356)
"Shebronze, dealing from her jar thick syrupy liquor for his lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and syrupped with her voice:
- Fine goods in small parcels.
That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.
- Here's fortune, Blazes said.
He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang." (U11.365)
"- Hold on, said Lenehan, till I...
- Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
- Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.
- I plunged a bit, said Boylan winking and drinking. Not on my own, you know. Fancy of a friend of mine." (U11.372)
"Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at Miss Douce's lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled. Idolores. The eastern seas." (U11.377)
"Clock whirred. Miss Kennedy passed their way (flower, wonder who gave), bearing away teatray. Clock clacked." (U11.380)
"Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For me.
- What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?
Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve." (U11.382)
"Bronzedouce, communing with her rose that sank and rose, sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
- Please, please.
He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
- I could not leave thee...
- Afterwits, Miss Douce promised coyly.
- No, now, urged Lenehan. Sonnez la cloche! O do! There's no-one.
She looked. Quick. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Sudden bent. Two kindling faces watched her bend. " (U11.398)
"Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord, and lost and found it, faltering." (U11.407)
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