He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side.
Stephen stands at the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant.
He climbed over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a grike.
Stephen throws his ashplant on the table and seizes Zoe round the waist.
He knew that she would most likely have a book under her arm, and an ashplant in her hand.
He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.