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(Rushes to the hall, rushes back.) What lamp, woman?

He tore his coat.

(Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points.) Who’s to pay for that? Ten shillings. You’re a witness.

(Snatches up Stephen’s ashplant.) Me? Ten shillings? Haven’t you lifted enough off him? Didn’t he…!

(Loudly.) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn’t a brothel. A ten shilling house.

(His hand under the lamp, pulls the chain. Pulling, the gasjet lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He raises the ashplant.) Only the chimney’s broken. Here is all he…

(Shrinks back and screams.) Jesus! Don’t!

(Warding off a blow.) To show you how he hit the paper. There’s not a sixpenceworth of damage done. Ten shillings!

(With a glass of water enters.) Where is he?

Do you want me to call the police?

O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he’s a Trinity student. Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes a masonic