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@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@
 <lb n="050052"/>means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of the
 <lb n="050053"/>postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.</p>
 <p><lb n="050054"/>He handed the card through the brass grill.
-<lb n="050055"/><said>―</said>Are there any letters for me? he asked.</p>
+<lb n="050055"/><said>―Are there any letters for me?</said> he asked.</p>
 <p><lb n="050056"/>While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the
 <lb n="050057"/>recruiting poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his
 <lb n="050058"/>baton against his nostrils, smelling freshprinted rag paper. No answer
@@ -82,20 +82,20 @@
 <lb n="050081"/>perhaps. Hair? No.</p>
 <p><lb n="050082"/>M'Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate
 <lb n="050083"/>company when you.
-<lb n="050084"/><said>―</said>Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to?
-<lb n="050085"/><said>―</said>Hello, M'Coy. Nowhere in particular.
-<lb n="050086"/><said>―</said>How's the body?
-<lb n="050087"/><said>―</said>Fine. How are you?
-<lb n="050088"/><said>―</said>Just keeping alive, M'Coy said.</p>
+<lb n="050084"/><said>―Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to?</said>
+<lb n="050085"/><said>―Hello, M'Coy. Nowhere in particular.</said>
+<lb n="050086"/><said>―How's the body?</said>
+<lb n="050087"/><said>―Fine. How are you?</said>
+<lb n="050088"/><said>―Just keeping alive,</said> M'Coy said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050089"/>His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
-<lb n="050090"/><said>―</said>Is there any ... no trouble I hope? I see you're ...
-<lb n="050091"/><said>―</said>O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
-<lb n="050092"/><said>―</said>To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time?</p>
+<lb n="050090"/><said>―Is there any ... no trouble I hope? I see you're ...</said>
+<lb n="050091"/><said>―O, no,</said> Mr Bloom said. <said>Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.</said>
+<lb n="050092"/><said>―To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time?</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050093"/>A photo it isn't. A badge maybe.
-<lb n="050094"/><said>―</said>Eeleven, Mr Bloom answered.
-<lb n="050095"/><said>―</said>I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only heard it last
-<lb n="050096"/>night. Who was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?
-<lb n="050097"/><said>―</said>I know.</p>
+<lb n="050094"/><said>―Eeleven,</said> Mr Bloom answered.
+<lb n="050095"/><said>―I must try to get out there,</said> M'Coy said. <said>Eleven, is it? I only heard it last
+<lb n="050096"/>night. Who was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?</said>
+<lb n="050097"/><said>―I know.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050098"/>Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the
 <lb n="050099"/>door of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She
 <lb n="050100"/>stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his
@@ -105,53 +105,53 @@
 <lb n="050104"/>Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and handsome
 <lb n="050105"/>does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an
 <lb n="050106"/>honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her.
-<lb n="050107"/><said>―</said>I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
-<lb n="050108"/>you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.</p>
+<lb n="050107"/><said>―I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
+<lb n="050108"/>you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050109"/>Doran Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In
 <lb n="050110"/>came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from
 <lb n="050111"/>beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the
 <lb n="050112"/>braided drums. Clearly I can see today. Moisture about gives long sight
 <lb n="050113"/>perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which side will she
 <lb n="050114"/>get up?
-<lb n="050115"/><said>―</said>And he said: <said who="Bob Doran">Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy!</said> <said who="M'Coy">What Paddy?</said> I said.
-<lb n="050116"/><said who="Bob Doran">Poor little Paddy Dignam</said>, he said.</p>
+<lb n="050115"/><said>―And he said: <said who="Bob Doran">Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy!</said> <said who="M'Coy">What Paddy?</said> I said.
+<lb n="050116"/><said who="Bob Doran">Poor little Paddy Dignam</said>, he said.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050117"/>Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with
 <lb n="050118"/>laces dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for?
 <lb n="050119"/>Sees me looking. Eye out for other fellow always. Good fallback. Two
 <lb n="050120"/>strings to her bow.
-<lb n="050121"/><said>―</said><said who="M'Coy">Why?</said> I said. <said who="M'Coy">What's wrong with him?</said> I said.</p>
+<lb n="050121"/><said>―<said who="M'Coy">Why?</said> I said. <said who="M'Coy">What's wrong with him?</said> I said.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050122"/>Proud: rich: silk stockings.
-<lb n="050123"/><said>―</said>Yes, Mr Bloom said.</p>
+<lb n="050123"/><said>―Yes,</said> Mr Bloom said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050124"/>He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
 <lb n="050125"/>minute.
-<lb n="050126"/><said>―</said><said who="Bob Doran">What's wrong with him?</said> he said. <said who="Bob Doran">He's dead</said>, he said. And, faith, he filled
+<lb n="050126"/><said>―<said who="Bob Doran">What's wrong with him?</said> he said. <said who="Bob Doran">He's dead</said>, he said. And, faith, he filled
 <lb n="050127"/>up. <said who="M'Coy">Is it Paddy Dignam?</said> I said. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I was
 <lb n="050128"/>with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the Arch. <said who="Bob Doran">Yes</said>, he
-<lb n="050129"/>said. <said who="Bob Doran">He's gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow.</said></p>
+<lb n="050129"/>said. <said who="Bob Doran">He's gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow.</said></said></p>
 <p><lb n="050130"/>Watch! Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch!</p>
 <p><lb n="050131"/>A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between.</p>
 <p><lb n="050132"/>Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
 <lb n="050133"/>the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace
 <lb n="050134"/>street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering the
 <lb n="050135"/>display of. <foreign xml:lang="fr">Esprit de corps.</foreign> Well, what are you gaping at?
-<lb n="050136"/><said>―</said>Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.
-<lb n="050137"/><said>―</said>One of the best, M'Coy said.</p>
+<lb n="050136"/><said>―Yes, yes,</said> Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. <said>Another gone.</said>
+<lb n="050137"/><said>―One of the best,</said> M'Coy said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050138"/>The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her
 <lb n="050139"/>rich gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in
 <lb n="050140"/>the sun: flicker, flick.
-<lb n="050141"/><said>―</said>Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
-<lb n="050142"/><said>―</said>O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.</p>
+<lb n="050141"/><said>―Wife well, I suppose?</said> M'Coy's changed voice said.
+<lb n="050142"/><said>―O, yes,</said> Mr Bloom said. <said>Tiptop, thanks.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050143"/>He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:</p>
 <p rend="inset"><lb n="050144"/><emph>What is home without
 <lb n="050145"/>Plumtree's Potted Meat?
 <lb n="050146"/>Incomplete.
 <lb n="050147"/>With it an abode of bliss.</emph></p>
-<p><lb n="050148"/><said>―</said>My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.</p>
+<p><lb n="050148"/><said>―My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050149"/>Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.</p>
 <p><lb n="050150"/>Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
-<lb n="050151"/><said>―</said>My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster
-<lb n="050152"/>Hall, Belfast, on the twentyfifth.
-<lb n="050153"/><said>―</said>That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?</p>
+<lb n="050151"/><said>―My wife too,</said> he said. <said>She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster
+<lb n="050152"/>Hall, Belfast, on the twentyfifth.</said>
+<lb n="050153"/><said>―That so?</said> M'Coy said. <said>Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050154"/>Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating
 <lb n="050155"/>bread and. No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens.
 <lb n="050156"/>Dark lady and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.</p>
@@ -160,22 +160,22 @@
 <lb n="050159"/>Sweet.
 <lb n="050160"/>Song.
 <lb n="050161"/>Comes lo-ove's old</emph> ....</p>
-<p><lb n="050162"/><said>―</said>It's a kind of a tour, don't you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. <emph>Sweeeet
-<lb n="050163"/>song.</emph> There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.</p>
+<p><lb n="050162"/><said>―It's a kind of a tour, don't you see,</said> Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. <emph>Sweeeet
+<lb n="050163"/>song.</emph> <said>There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050164"/>M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
-<lb n="050165"/><said>―</said>O, well, he said. That's good news.</p>
+<lb n="050165"/><said>―O, well,</said> he said. <said>That's good news.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050166"/>He moved to go.
-<lb n="050167"/><said>―</said>Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
-<lb n="050168"/><said>―</said>Yes, Mr Bloom said.
-<lb n="050169"/><said>―</said>Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral,
+<lb n="050167"/><said>―Well, glad to see you looking fit,</said> he said. <said>Meet you knocking around.</said>
+<lb n="050168"/><said>―Yes,</said> Mr Bloom said.
+<lb n="050169"/><said>―Tell you what,</said> M'Coy said. <said>You might put down my name at the funeral,
 <lb n="050170"/>will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a drowning
 <lb n="050171"/>case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would
 <lb n="050172"/>have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if I'm not
-<lb n="050173"/>there, will you?
-<lb n="050174"/><said>―</said>I'll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That'll be all right.
-<lb n="050175"/><said>―</said>Right, M'Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I'd go if I possibly could.
-<lb n="050176"/>Well. Tolloll. Just C. P. M'Coy will do.
-<lb n="050177"/><said>―</said>That will be done, Mr Bloom answered firmly.</p>
+<lb n="050173"/>there, will you?</said>
+<lb n="050174"/><said>―I'll do that,</said> Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. <said>That'll be all right.</said>
+<lb n="050175"/><said>―Right,</said> M'Coy said brightly. <said>Thanks, old man. I'd go if I possibly could.
+<lb n="050176"/>Well. Tolloll. Just C. P. M'Coy will do.</said>
+<lb n="050177"/><said>―That will be done,</said> Mr Bloom answered firmly.</p>
 <p><lb n="050178"/>Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark.
 <lb n="050179"/>I'd like my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped
 <lb n="050180"/>corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his
@@ -418,7 +418,7 @@
 <lb n="050417"/>sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar, holding
 <lb n="050418"/>the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other in
 <lb n="050419"/>Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:
-<lb n="050420"/><said>―</said>O God, our refuge and our strength .....</p>
+<lb n="050420"/><said>―O God, our refuge and our strength .....</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050421"/>Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw
 <lb n="050422"/>them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass?
 <lb n="050423"/>Glorious and immaculate virgin. Joseph, her spouse. Peter and Paul. More
@@ -441,11 +441,11 @@
 <lb n="050440"/>church. The doctors of the church: they mapped out the whole theology of
 <lb n="050441"/>it.</p>
 <p><lb n="050442"/>The priest prayed:
-<lb n="050443"/><said>―</said>Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
+<lb n="050443"/><said>―Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
 <lb n="050444"/>safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain
 <lb n="050445"/>him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the
 <lb n="050446"/>power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked
-<lb n="050447"/>spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.</p>
+<lb n="050447"/>spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050448"/>The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The
 <lb n="050449"/>women remained behind: thanksgiving.</p>
 <p><lb n="050450"/>Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate
@@ -483,15 +483,15 @@
 <lb n="050482"/>of laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad
 <lb n="050483"/>for cough. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy
 <lb n="050484"/>where you least expect it. Clever of nature.
-<lb n="050485"/><said>―</said>About a fortnight ago, sir?
-<lb n="050486"/><said>―</said>Yes, Mr Bloom said.</p>
+<lb n="050485"/><said>―About a fortnight ago, sir?</said>
+<lb n="050486"/><said>―Yes,</said> Mr Bloom said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050487"/>He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
 <lb n="050488"/>dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your
 <lb n="050489"/>aches and pains.
-<lb n="050490"/><said>―</said>Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then
-<lb n="050491"/>orangeflower water ....</p>
+<lb n="050490"/><said>―Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin,</said> Mr Bloom said, <said>and then
+<lb n="050491"/>orangeflower water ....</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050492"/>It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.
-<lb n="050493"/><said>―</said>And white wax also, he said.</p>
+<lb n="050493"/><said>―And white wax also,</said> he said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050494"/>Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to
 <lb n="050495"/>her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my cuffs.
 <lb n="050496"/>Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the teeth: nettles
@@ -505,41 +505,41 @@
 <lb n="050504"/>Do it in the bath. Curious longing I. Water to water. Combine business with
 <lb n="050505"/>pleasure. Pity no time for massage. Feel fresh then all the day. Funeral be
 <lb n="050506"/>rather glum.
-<lb n="050507"/><said>―</said>Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a
-<lb n="050508"/>bottle?
-<lb n="050509"/><said>―</said>No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and I'll
-<lb n="050510"/>take one of these soaps. How much are they?
-<lb n="050511"/><said>―</said>Fourpence, sir.</p>
+<lb n="050507"/><said>―Yes, sir,</said> the chemist said. <said>That was two and nine. Have you brought a
+<lb n="050508"/>bottle?</said>
+<lb n="050509"/><said>―No,</said> Mr Bloom said. <said>Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and I'll
+<lb n="050510"/>take one of these soaps. How much are they?</said>
+<lb n="050511"/><said>―Fourpence, sir.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050512"/>Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
-<lb n="050513"/><said>―</said>I'll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.
-<lb n="050514"/><said>―</said>Yes, sir, the chemist said. You can pay all together, sir, when you come
-<lb n="050515"/>back.
-<lb n="050516"/><said>―</said>Good, Mr Bloom said.</p>
+<lb n="050513"/><said>―I'll take this one,</said> he said. <said>That makes three and a penny.</said>
+<lb n="050514"/><said>―Yes, sir,</said> the chemist said. <said>You can pay all together, sir, when you come
+<lb n="050515"/>back.</said>
+<lb n="050516"/><said>―Good,</said> Mr Bloom said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050517"/>He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
 <lb n="050518"/>the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.</p>
 <p><lb n="050519"/>At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said:
-<lb n="050520"/><said>―</said>Hello, Bloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.</p>
+<lb n="050520"/><said>―Hello, Bloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050521"/>Shaved off his moustache again, by Jove! Long cold upper lip. To
 <lb n="050522"/>look younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.</p>
 <p><lb n="050523"/>Bantam Lyons's yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants
 <lb n="050524"/>a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears'
 <lb n="050525"/>soap? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.
-<lb n="050526"/><said>―</said>I want to see about that French horse that's running today, Bantam
-<lb n="050527"/>Lyons said. Where the bugger is it?</p>
+<lb n="050526"/><said>―I want to see about that French horse that's running today,</said> Bantam
+<lb n="050527"/>Lyons said. <said>Where the bugger is it?</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050528"/>He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
 <lb n="050529"/>Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the paper and
 <lb n="050530"/>get shut of him.
-<lb n="050531"/><said>―</said>You can keep it, Mr Bloom said.
-<lb n="050532"/><said>―</said>Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum
-<lb n="050533"/>the second.
-<lb n="050534"/><said>―</said>I was just going to throw it away, Mr Bloom said.</p>
+<lb n="050531"/><said>―You can keep it,</said> Mr Bloom said.
+<lb n="050532"/><said>―Ascot. Gold cup. Wait,</said> Bantam Lyons muttered. <said>Half a mo. Maximum
+<lb n="050533"/>the second.</said>
+<lb n="050534"/><said>―I was just going to throw it away,</said> Mr Bloom said.</p>
 <p><lb n="050535"/>Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
-<lb n="050536"/><said>―</said>What's that? his sharp voice said.
-<lb n="050537"/><said>―</said>I say you can keep it, Mr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it away
-<lb n="050538"/>that moment.</p>
+<lb n="050536"/><said>―What's that?</said> his sharp voice said.
+<lb n="050537"/><said>―I say you can keep it,</said> Mr Bloom answered. <said>I was going to throw it away
+<lb n="050538"/>that moment.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050539"/>Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread
 <lb n="050540"/>sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms.
-<lb n="050541"/><said>―</said>I'll risk it, he said. Here, thanks.</p>
+<lb n="050541"/><said>―I'll risk it,</said> he said. <said>Here, thanks.</said></p>
 <p><lb n="050542"/>He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.</p>
 <p><lb n="050543"/>Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the
 <lb n="050544"/>soap in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it