Pocket

'pocket' = 141



5: "Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razor blade. He hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
— Scutter, he cried thickly.
He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said:
— Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor."


7: "Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them."


15: "Buck Mulligan sighed and having filled his mouth with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his trouser pockets."


16: "He emptied his pockets on to the table.
— There's your snotrag, he said."


17: "Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket."


20: "Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the shell of his hands."


29: "He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong."

30: "— Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers. [...] A lump in my pocket."

35: "— Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket."


47: "Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets."

48: "He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pocket, his hat tilted down on his eyes."

50: "His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn't. Better buy one."

55: "On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there."

58: "His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on the rubber prickles."

59: "Folding the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles Street, hurrying homeward."

63: "He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs."