and C  be seen dead in a ten-acre field epo say t t one fine May morning in t July.

    A keen October anding at tery eyes. Step  a fe ty guineas in the windows of Barnardos.

    -- ell ts done, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- e ter go to dinner, said Stephen. here?

    -- Dinner? said Mr Dedalus. ell, I suppose er, w?

    -- Some place ts not too dear, said Mrs Dedalus.

    -- Underdones?

    -- Yes. Some quiet place.

    -- Come along, said Step doesnt matter about the dearness.

    nervous steps, smiling. tried to keep up  his eagerness.

    -- take it easy like a good young fello for the half mile, are we?

    For a s season of merrymaking tep parcels of groceries and delicacies and dried fruits arrived from ty. Every day  led a party of to tre to see Ingomar or t pockets e for s  bulged  presents for everyone, overe out resolutions, marss, dre

    receipts and reckoning terests on t. y in trams. to an end. t of pink enamel paint gave out and t of s unfinisered coat.

    urned to its usual urned to  scerprises fell to pieces. ts coffers and its books on a sensible loss, t o desuetude.

    ried to build a break-er of order and elegance against tide of life  o dam up, by rules of conduct and active interest and neions, tides  as from ers ides began once more to jostle fiercely above the crumbled mole.

    oo ile isolation.  gone one step nearer t to approacless s er.  t  stood to tical kinserage, fostercerbrother.

    urned to appease