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(Points.) Hum? Deep as a drawwell. (Lynch bends Kitty back over the sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.)

This is yours.

How is that? Le distrait or absentminded beggar. (He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object falls.) That fell.

(Stooping, picks up and hands a box of matches.) This.

Lucifer. Thanks.

(Quietly.) You had better hand over that cash to me to take care of. Why pay more?

(Hands him all his coins.) Be just before you are generous.

I will but is it wise? (He counts.) One, seven, eleven, and five. Six. Eleven. I don’t answer for what you may have lost.

Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He laughs loudly.) Burying his grandmother. Probably he killed her.

That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.

Doesn’t matter a rambling damn.

No, but…