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"You should bear the ills of the flesh with Christian fortitude," grinned Bunch. "Nix," I said. "I'm tired holding up something fat for a mutt like that to paddle with a slapstick!" A few minutes later we went into the general restaurant and found Signor Petroskinski waiting for us. His right name was Jeff Mulligan, but Petroskinski sounded more foreign, and he fell for it.
This could best be done by prolonging the conversation. "Yes, up in the mountains of Brazil some'er's, I guess, though he don't say," answered the captain in a tone that showed that the subject was still open for discussion. Mulligan now caught the friendly ball and tossed it back 'with: "I knowed a feller once who was in Brazil so he said. Purty hot down there, ain't it, captain?"
Colonel Mulligan, a gallant man, was in command, but he had not been educated as yet to his new profession and did not know how to maintain discipline.
Besides, it's kind o' lucky you happened to blow in with this free lunch; she's a bit shy on the dollar question this month an' Mulligan comes t'morrow. An' oh, say, Geoff she's dead set on findin' out how I met you an' an' where." "Very naturally!" murmured Ravenslee. "An' we must tell her something but what?" "Spike, you've forgotten the mustard!
The house occupied by Mulligan was an old, rotten tenement, which would undoubtedly have fallen to the ground, had it not been propped up by the adjoining buildings; and as it was, one end of it had settled down, in consequence of the giving away of the foundation, so that every room in the house was like a steep hill.
I have something to say to you." When, a few moments later, Margaret had left the room to give some directions to Mrs. Mulligan, he added: "I have been telling Margaret that you both do wrong in putting off your marriage. These delays fret young people's lives away. She tells me it is your wish. What are you waiting for?" "Only for money enough to take care of her, father.
Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her. Is it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines. Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently. Irish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you? I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the west, sir? I am an Englishman, Haines answered.
We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid? He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried: Will he come? The jejune jesuit! Ceasing, he began to shave with care. Tell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly. Yes, my love? How long is Haines going to stay in this tower? Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.
Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak. Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly. Back to barracks! he said sternly.
Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket. At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked: Did you bring the key? I have it, Stephen said, preceding them. He walked on.
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