Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley Road, swiftly in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a girl with gold hair on the wind. Two letters and a card lay on the hall floor. He stopped and gathered them. Mrs. Marion Bloom. His quick heart slowed at once. Bold hand. Mrs. Marion. ----Poldy! entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her touseled head.
Ulysses
~James Joyce
Ulysses
~James Joyce
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