Ulysses by James Joyce
yours

Leopold Bloom Telemachus
Nestor
Proteus
Calypso
Lotus-Eaters
Hades
Aeolus
Lestrygonians
Scylla and Charybdis
Wandering Rocks
Sirens
Cyclops
Nausicaa
Oxen of the Sun
Circe
Eumeus
Ithaca
Penelope

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There are 19 occurrences of the word:   yours

[Telemachus] [296] --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You saw
[Hades] [3985] --There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.
[Aeolus] [5819] --I beg yours, he said.
[Aeolus] [6764] YOURS SERFDOM, AWE AND HUMBLENESS: OURS THUNDER AND THE SEAS. ISRAEL IS
[Lestrygonians] [7724] --Are those yours, Mary?
[Lestrygonians] [8449] --How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake? What's yours,
[Wandering Rocks] [11214] catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were
[Sirens] [13167] through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.
[Cyclops] [14419] --What's yours? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [15282] --Friend of yours, says Alf.
[Nausicaa] [17669] mercies. Cheap too. Yours for the asking. Because they want it themselves.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19391] (she is a poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine and of all for a
[Oxen of the Sun] [19821] gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the UBERMENSCH. Dittoh. Five number
[Circe] [21767] Austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?
[Circe] [23763] What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
[Circe] [23862] BLOOM: This is yours.
[Eumeus] [25715] that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr
[Ithaca] [28161] THE NAME OF YOURS TRULY, L. BLOOM.
[Penelope] [31459] he could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff