yelling, their white papers fluttering. Hard after them Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face, talking with J. J. O’Molloy.
―Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.
He set off again to walk by Stephen’s side.
Return of Bloom
―Yes, he said. I see them.
Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the offices of the Irish Catholic and Irish Penny Journal , called:
― Mr Crawford! A moment!
― Telegraph ! Racing special!
―What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.
A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom’s