Four ---- Four quid? Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. Four omnipotent sovereigns. Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. He scalded and rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the kettle then to let the water flow in. No, wait: four. Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, they say. One and four into twenty: fifteen about. The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying. Four bootlaces for a penny. The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. Red Murray's long shears sliced out the advertisement from the newspaper in four clean strokes. Twentyeight double four. Twentyeight... No, twenty... Double four... Yes. Continued on page six, column four. Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say. The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds. They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress... They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the foot of Nelson's pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. But in leapyear once in four. Gaptoothed Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house. Have you drunk the four quid? All those women saw their men down and under: Mary, her goodman John, Ann, her poor dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the first to go, Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her husband and all her sons, Susan, her husband too, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to use granddaddy's words, wed her second, having killed her first. The other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. It is between the lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone under which her four bones are not to be laid. Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his purse. The.

Numbers in Ulysses by James Joyce

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