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—
Yes
,
sir
,
the
chemist
said
.
That
was
two
and
nine
.
Have
you
brought
a
bottle
?
—
No
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
Make
it
up
,
please
.
I
’
ll
call
later
in
the
day
and
I
’
ll
take
one
of
these
soaps
.
How
much
are
they
?
—
Fourpence
,
sir
.
Mr
Bloom
raised
a
cake
to
his
nostrils
.
Sweet
lemony
wax
.
—
I
’
ll
take
this
one
,
he
said
.
That
makes
three
and
a
penny
.
—
Yes
,
sir
,
the
chemist
said
.
You
can
pay
all
together
,
sir
,
when
you
come
back
.
—
Good
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
He
strolled
out
of
the
shop
,
the
newspaper
baton
under
his
armpit
,
the
coolwrappered
soap
in
his
left
hand
.
At
his
armpit
Bantam
Lyons
’
voice
and
hand
said
:
—
Hello
,
Bloom
.
What
’
s
the
best
news
?
Is
that
today
’
s
?
Show
us
a
minute
.
