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Rh “A feäre,” the boots then cried; “I’m there,” the man replied. “The glassen pleäce, your quickest peäce,” Cried worthy Bloom the miller.

The steps went down wi’ rottlèn slap, &emsp;The zwingèn door went open wide: Wide? no; vor when the worthy chap &emsp;Stepp’d up to teäke his pleäce inside, Breast-foremost, he wer twice too wide Vor thik there door. An’ then he tried To edge in woone an’ tother zide. “&thinsp;’Twont do,” the drever cried; “Can’t goo,” good Bloom replied; “That you should bring theäse vooty thing!” Cried worthy Bloom the miller.

“Come,” cried the drever. “Pay your feäre &emsp;You’ll teäke up all my time, good man.” “Well,” answer’d Bloom, “to meäke that square, &emsp;You teäke up me, then, if you can.” “I come at call,” the man did nod. “What then?” cried Bloom, “I han’t a-rod, An’ can’t in thik there hodmadod.” “Girt lump,” the drever cried; “Small stump,” good Bloom replied; “A little mite, to meäke so light, O’ jolly Bloom the miller.”

“You’d best be off now perty quick,” &emsp;Cried Bloom, “an’ vind a lighter lwoad, Or else I’ll vetch my voot, an’ kick &emsp;The vooty thing athirt the road.” “Who is the man?” they cried, “meäke room,” “A halfstarv’d Do’set man,” cried Bloom;