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—
Yes
,
to
be
sure
,
Mr
Bloom
unaffectedly
concurred
.
Of
course
.
Our
name
was
changed
too
,
he
added
,
pushing
the
socalled
roll
across
.
The
redbearded
sailor
who
had
his
weather
eye
on
the
newcomers
boarded
Stephen
,
whom
he
had
singled
out
for
attention
in
particular
,
squarely
by
asking
:
—
And
what
might
your
name
be
?
Just
in
the
nick
of
time
Mr
Bloom
touched
his
companion
’
s
boot
but
Stephen
,
apparently
disregarding
the
warm
pressure
from
an
unexpected
quarter
,
answered
:
—
Dedalus
.
The
sailor
stared
at
him
heavily
from
a
pair
of
drowsy
baggy
eyes
,
rather
bunged
up
from
excessive
use
of
boose
,
preferably
good
old
Hollands
and
water
.
—
You
know
Simon
Dedalus
?
he
asked
at
length
.
—
I
’
ve
heard
of
him
,
Stephen
said
.
Mr
Bloom
was
all
at
sea
for
a
moment
,
seeing
the
others
evidently
eavesdropping
too
.
—
He
’
s
Irish
,
the
seaman
bold
affirmed
,
staring
still
in
much
the
same
way
and
nodding
.
All
Irish
.
