"Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.
With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, for jinglejaunty blazes boy." (U11.286)
"Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her hand), soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action." (U11.291)
"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)
"Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable girl meet after mass. Tanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all." (U11.297)
"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. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.
Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.
— Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.
— Aha... I was forgetting... Excuse...
— And four.
At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui go. Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all. For men." (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." (U11.331)
"She answered, slighting:
- Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.
Like lady, ladylike.
Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode. Yes, gold from anear by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him:" (U11.334)
"— See the conquering hero comes.
Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, unconquered hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.
— And I from thee ....
— I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan." (U11.340)
"He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled on him. But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him her richer hair, a bosom and a rose." (U11.346)
"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." (U11.356)
"I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince." (U11.358)
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