-- Respect!  for Billy ub of guts up in Armag!

    -- Princes of th slow scorn.

    -- Lord Leitrims coachman, yes, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- ted, Dante said. to try.

    -- tub of guts, said Mr Dedalus coarsely.  fellow lapping up ers day. O Johnny!

    ed ures into a grimace of iality and made a lapping noise h his lips.

    -- Really, Simon, you s speak t eps not right.

    -- O, e ly - t God and religion and priests in his own home.

    -- Let oo, cried Mr Casey to able, ts and ts paoo when he grows up.

    -- Sons of bitcurned on o betray s in a se! By C, t!

    -- tly, cried Dante. ts. o them!

    -- ell, it is perfectly dreadful to say t not even for one day in tes!

    Uncle Charles raised his hands mildly and said:

    -- Come no ever t temper and t is too bad surely.

    Mrs Dedalus spoke to Dante in a lo Dante said loudly:

    -- I  say not is insulted and spit on by renegade catholics.

    Mr Casey puse rudely into table and, resting o :

    -- tell me, did I tell you t story about a very famous spit?

    -- You did not, John, said Mr Dedalus.

    --  is a most instructive story. It  long ago in ty icklow where we are now.

    urning toe, said  indignation:

    -- And I may tell you, maam, t I, if you mean me, am no renegade cath.

    -- to you noe said, to speak as you do.

    -- tory, Jo us ory anyhow.

    -- Cated Dante ironically. t protestant in t speak this evening.

    Mr Dedalus began