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His plump body plunged. We’ll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the path and smiling at wild Irish. Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon. The Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve. Good, Stephen said. He walked along the upwardcurving path.
 * Liliata rutilantium.
 * Turma circumdet.
 * Jubilantium te virginum

The priest’s grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go. A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a seal’s, far out on the water, round. Usurper.