to sry singer.

    -- I am no protestant, I tell you again, said Mr Casey, flushing.

    Mr Dedalus, still crooning and sing nasal tone:

    O, come all you Roman catholics

    t never  to mass.

    ook up  to eating, saying to Mr Casey:

    -- Let us ory, Jo .

    Stepion at Mr Caseys face able over o sit near  t  o listen to. But s? Because Dante must be rig  s s of t in t trinkets and t made  Parnell. And s like o play estant and o play estants and testants used to make fun of tany of too say, oers, t at they had heard.

    Eileen e ig s e and t. t  ower of Ivory.

    -- tory is very s and s, Mr Casey said. It ter day, not long before the chief died. May God have mercy on him!

    ook a bone from e and tore some meat from it eeth, saying:

    -- Before he was killed, you mean.

    Mr Casey opened  on:

    -- It  a meeting and after ting o tation t paid all tention to me. S dancing along beside me in to my face: Priest-er! tty OShea!

    -- And w did you do, John? asked Mr Dedalus.

    -- I let  o keep up my  I ullamore in my mout say a obacco juice.

    -- ell, John?

    -- ell. I let o s content, Kitty OS of it till at last s lady a name t I  sully tmas board nor your ears, maam, nor my oing.

    ing he bone, asked:

    -- And w did you do, John?

    -- Do! said Mr Casey. Suck  me  doo o .

    urned aside and made t of spitting.

    -- Po , rigo her eye.

    o his eye and gave a hoarse scream of pain.