t out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from being bent so far back he had a full view high up above her knee no…one ever not even on the swing or wading and she wasn't ashamed and he wasn't either to look in that immodest way like that because he couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half offered like those skirt…dancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he kept on looking； looking。 She would fain have cried to him chokingly； held out her snowy slender arms to him to e； to feel his lips laid on her white brow the cry of a young girl's love； a little strangled cry； wrung from her； that cry that has rung through the ages。 And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind and O！ then the Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O！ and everyone cried O！O！ in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah！ they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden； O so lively！ O so soft； sweet； soft！
Then all melted away dewily in the grey air： all was silent。 Ah！ She glanced at him as she bent forward quickly； a pathetic little glance of piteous protest； of shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl。 He was leaning back against the rock behind。 Leopold Bloom （for it is he） stands silent； with bowed head before those young guileless eyes。 What a brute he had been！ At it again？ A fair unsullied soul had called to him and； wretch that he was； how had he answered？ An utter cad he had been。 He of all men！ But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes； for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and wandered。 Should a girl tell？ No； a thousand times no。 That was their secret； only theirs； alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell。
Cissy Caffrey whistled； imitating the boys in the football field to show what a great person she was： and then she cried：
Gerty！ Gerty！ We're going。 e on。 We can see from farther up。
Gerty had an idea； one of love's little ruses。 She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and then slipped it back。 Wonder if he's too far to。 She rose。 Was it goodbye？ No。 She had to go but they would meet again； there； and she would dream of that till then； tomorrow； of her dream of yester eve。 She drew herself up to her full height。 Their souls bet in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart； full of a strange shining； hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face。 She half smiled at him wanly； a sweet forgiving smile； a smile that verged on tears； and then they parted。
Slowly without looking back she went down the uneven strand to Cissy； to Edy； to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey； to little baby Boardman。 It was darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and slippy seaweed。 She balked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her but with care and very slowly because Gerty MacDowell was。。。
Tight boots？ No。 She's lame！ O！
Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away。 Poor girl！ That's why she's left on the shelf and the others did a sprint。 Thought something was wrong by the cut of her jib。 Jilted beauty。 A defect is ten times worse in a woman。 But makes them polite。 Glad I didn't know it when she was on show。 Hot little devil all The same。 Wouldn't mind。 Curiosity like a nun or a negress or a girl with glasses。 That squinty one is delicate。 Near her monthlies； I expect； makes them feel ticklish。 I have such a bad headache today。 Where did I put the letter？ Yes； all right。 All kinds of crazy longings。 Licking pennies。 Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me liked to smell rock oil。 Virgins go mad in the end I suppose。 Sister？ How many women in Dublin have it today？ Martha； she。 Something in the air。 That's the moon。 But then why don't all women menstruate at the same time with same moon； I mean？ Depends on the time they were born； I suppose。 Or all start scratch then get out of step。 Sometimes Molly and Milly together。 Anyhow I got the best of that。 Damned glad I didn't do it in the bath this morning over her silly I will punish you letter。 Made up for that tramdriver this morning。 That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing。 And his wife engagement in the country valise； voice like a pickaxe。 Thankful for small mercies。 Cheap too。 Yours for the asking。 Because they want it themselves。 Their natural craving。 Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices。 Reserve better。 Don't want it they throw it at you。 Catch em alive； O。 Pity they can't see themselves。 A dream of wellfilled hose。 Where was that？ Ah； yes。 Muioscope pictures in Capel street： for men only。 Peeping Tom。 Willy's hat and what the girls did with it。 Do they snapshot those girls or is it all a fake？ Lingerie does it。 Felt for the curves inside her deshabillé。 Excites them also when they're。 I'm all clean e and dirty me。 And they like dressing one another for the sacrifice。 Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse。 At first。 Put them all on to take them all off。 Molly。 Why I bought her the violet garters。 Us too： the tie he wore； his lovely socks and turnedup trousers。 He wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met。 His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what？ of jet。 Say a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out。 Pinned together。 O Mairy lost the pin of her。 Dressed up to the nines for somebody。 Fashion part of their charm。 Just changes when you're on the track of the secret。 Except the east： Mary； Martha： now as then。 No reasonable offer refused。 She wasn't in a hurry either。 Always off to a fellow when they are。 They never forget an appointment。 Out on spec probably。 They believe in chance because like themselves。 And the others inclined to give her an odd dig。 Girl friends at school； arms round each other's neck or with ten fingers locked； kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden。 Nuns with whitewashed faces； cool coif and their rosaries going up and down； vindictive too for what they can't get。 Barbed wire。 Be sure now and write to me。 And I'll write to you。 Now won't you？ Molly and Josie Powell。 Till Mr Right es along then meet once in a blue moon。 Tableau！ O； look who it is for the love of God！ How are you at all？ What have you been doing with yourself？ Kiss and delighted to； kiss； to see you。 Picking holes in each other's appearance。 You're looking splendid。 Sister souls showing their teeth at one another。 How many have you left？ Wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt。
Ah！
Devils they are when that's ing on them。 Dark devilish appearance。 Molly often told me feel things a ton weight。 Scratch the sole of my foot。 O that way！ O； that's exquisite！ Feel it myself too。 Good to rest once in a way。 Wonder if it's bad to go with them then。 Safe in one way。 Turns milk； makes fiddlestrings snap。 Something about withering plants I read in a garden。 Besides they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt。 All are。 Daresay she felt I。 When you feel like that you often meet what you feel。 Liked me or what？ Dress they look at。 Always know a fellow courting： collars and cuffs。 Well cocks and lions do the same and stags。 Same time might prefer a tie undone or something。 Trousers？ Suppose I when I was？ No。 Gently does it。 Dislike rough and tumble。 Kiss in the dark and never tell。 Saw something in me。 Wonder what。 Sooner have me as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease； plastery hair lovelock over his dexter optic。 To aid gentleman in literary。 Ought to attend to my appearance my age。 Didn't let her see me in profile。 Still； you never know。 Pretty girls and ugly men marrying。 Beauty and the beast。 Besides I can't be so if Molly。 Took off her hat to show her hair。 Wide brim bought to hide her face； meeting someone might know her； bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell。 Hair strong in rut。 Ten bob I got for Molly's bings when we were on the rocks in Holles street。 Why not？ Suppose he gave her money。 Why not？ All a prejudice。 She's worth ten； fifteen； more a pound。 All that for nothing。 Bold hand。 Mrs Marion。 Did I forget to write address on that letter like the postcard I sent to Flynn？ And the day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie。 Wrangle with Molly it was put me off。 No； I remember。 Richie Goulding。 He's another。 Weighs on his mind。 Funny my watch stopped at half past four。 Dust。 Shark liver oil they use to clean could do it myself。 Save。 Was that just when he； she？
O； he did。 Into her。 She did。 Done。
Ah！
Mr Bloom with careful hand reposed his wet shirt。 O Lord； that little limping devil。 Begins to feel cold and clammy Aftereffect not pleasant。 Still you have to get rid of it someway。 They don't care。 plimented perhaps。 Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the kiddies。 Well； aren't they。 See her as she is spoil all。 Must have the stage setting； the rouge； costume； position； music。 The name too。 Amours of actresses。 Nell Gwynn； Mrs Bracegirdle； Maud Bransbe。 Curtain up。 Moonlight silver effulgence。 Maiden discovered with pensive bosom。 Little sweetheart e and kiss me Still I feel。 The strength it gives a man。 That's the secret of it。 Good job I let off there behind ing out of Dignam's。 Cider that was。 Otherwise I couldn't have。 Makes you want to sing after。 Lacaus esant taratara。 Suppose I spoke to her。 What about？ Bad plan however if you don't know how to end the conversation。 Ask them a question they ask you another。 Good idea if you're in a cart。 Wonderful of course if you say： good evening； and you see she's on for it： good evening。 O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was。 Whew！ Girl in Meath street that night。 All the dirty things I made her say all wrong of course。 My arks she called it。 It's so hard to find one who。 Aho！ If you don't answer when they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden。 And kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings。 Parrots。 Press the button and the bird will squeak。 Wish she hadn't called me sir。 Oh； her mouth in the dark！ And you a married man with a single girl！ That's what they enjoy。 Taking a man from another woman。 Or eve