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"
Do
you
know
Trinity
College
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
the
cabman
.
"
Well
,
drive
bang
up
against
Trinity
College
gates
,
"
said
Mr.
Browne
,
"
and
then
we
'll
tell
you
where
to
go
.
You
understand
now
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
the
cabman
.
"
Make
like
a
bird
for
Trinity
College
.
"
"
Right
,
sir
,
"
said
the
cabman
.
The
horse
was
whipped
up
and
the
cab
rattled
off
along
the
quay
amid
a
chorus
of
laughter
and
adieus
.
Gabriel
had
not
gone
to
the
door
with
the
others
.
He
was
in
a
dark
part
of
the
hall
gazing
up
the
staircase
.
A
woman
was
standing
near
the
top
of
the
first
flight
,
in
the
shadow
also
.
He
could
not
see
her
face
but
he
could
see
the
terra-cotta
and
salmon-pink
panels
of
her
skirt
which
the
shadow
made
appear
black
and
white
.
It
was
his
wife
.
She
was
leaning
on
the
banisters
,
listening
to
something
.
Gabriel
was
surprised
at
her
stillness
and
strained
his
ear
to
listen
also
.
But
he
could
hear
little
save
the
noise
of
laughter
and
dispute
on
the
front
steps
,
a
few
chords
struck
on
the
piano
and
a
few
notes
of
a
man
's
voice
singing
.
He
stood
still
in
the
gloom
of
the
hall
,
trying
to
catch
the
air
that
the
voice
was
singing
and
gazing
up
at
his
wife
.
There
was
grace
and
mystery
in
her
attitude
as
if
she
were
a
symbol
of
something
.
He
asked
himself
what
is
a
woman
standing
on
the
stairs
in
the
shadow
,
listening
to
distant
music
,
a
symbol
of
.
If
he
were
a
painter
he
would
paint
her
in
that
attitude
.
Her
blue
felt
hat
would
show
off
the
bronze
of
her
hair
against
the
darkness
and
the
dark
panels
of
her
skirt
would
show
off
the
light
ones
.
Distant
Music
he
would
call
the
picture
if
he
were
a
painter
.
