Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and, having
wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the text
with the hairpin till she reached the word.


--Met him what? he asked.


--Here, she said. What does that mean?


He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.

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