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"Oh, there are so many we love best," she laughed, "that we'd never dare ask them all, would we, Polly?" "Let's ask all who are here tonight," was Polly's diplomatic answer, "then no one can feel hurt." "Hoopla!" rose from the other end of the porch where Durand, Ralph, and three of the other boys from the ships were sitting around a big bamboo table drinking lemonade.
FLORRY: And me? LYNCH: Hoopla! STEPHEN: The fox crew, the cocks flew, The bells in heaven Were striking eleven. 'Tis time for her poor soul To get out of heaven. Allow me. We're square. I could kiss you. Deep as a drawwell. BLOOM: This is yours. STEPHEN: How is that? Les distrait or absentminded beggar. STEPHEN: Lucifer. Thanks. Why pay more? BLOOM: I will but is it wise? Six. Eleven.
I seized it, I placed it cross-wise of the rails. "All aboard," I called. Frank obeyed. I took my place at the other end, and so with our valises between us, we began to slip slowly, smoothly, and with joyous ease down the shining track! Hoopla! We had taken wing! We had solved our problem. The experiment was successful. Laughing and shouting with exultation, we swept on.
Aleck gave a signaling whistle which caused both the women quickly to turn. Agatha was on the right. Aleck grinned broadly. "So that Yahoo of a Frenchman wasn't so stupid after all." "I'd like to get my hands on him!" muttered Jim. "Frenchman or not, there's going to be a wedding right here in the old red house on Wednesday," said Aleck. "Hoopla! I knew that was it!"
"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf," went on Tom. "Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu. "I can't vos dance!" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme. "Hoopla! keep it up!" roared Tom.
They had her in a good light from that big bow window." He paused to chuckle mournfully. "I s'pose that's where they'll put the Major when his time comes." Presently George's mortification was increased to hear this sawmill droning harshly from the midst of the thickening crowd: "Ain't the dancin' broke out yet, Fanny? Hoopla! Le's push through and go see the young women-folks crack their heels!
And when did Heifetz ever take a run like that? Up, down and the fingers hammering like thoroughbreds on a fast track. Pizzicato with the left hand and obbligato glissando! Hoopla! The fellow's showing off! And it isn't a Drdla souvenir or a vaudeville Brahms arrangement. But twenty years of practice.
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