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The
priest
rose
and
,
turning
towards
the
altar
,
knelt
upon
the
step
before
the
tabernacle
in
the
fallen
gloom
.
He
waited
till
all
in
the
chapel
had
knelt
and
every
least
noise
was
still
.
Then
,
raising
his
head
,
he
repeated
the
act
of
contrition
,
phrase
by
phrase
,
with
fervour
.
The
boys
answered
him
phrase
by
phrase
.
Stephen
,
his
tongue
cleaving
to
his
palate
,
bowed
his
head
,
praying
with
his
heart
.
--
O
my
God
!
--
--
O
my
God
!
--
--
I
am
heartily
sorry
--
--
I
am
heartily
sorry
--
--
for
having
offended
Thee
--
--
for
having
offended
Thee
--
--
and
I
detest
my
sins
--
--
and
I
detest
my
sins
--
--
above
every
other
evil
--
--
above
every
other
evil
--
--
because
they
displease
Thee
,
my
God
--
--
because
they
displease
Thee
,
my
God
--
--
Who
art
so
deserving
--
--
Who
art
so
deserving
--
--
of
all
my
love
--
--
of
all
my
love
--
--
and
I
firmly
purpose
--
--
and
I
firmly
purpose
--
--
by
Thy
holy
grace
--
--
by
Thy
holy
grace
--
--
never
more
to
offend
Thee
--
--
never
more
to
offend
Thee
--
--
and
to
amend
my
life
--
--
and
to
amend
my
life
--
*
*
*
He
went
up
to
his
room
after
dinner
in
order
to
be
alone
with
his
soul
,
and
at
every
step
his
soul
seemed
to
sigh
;
at
every
step
his
soul
mounted
with
his
feet
,
sighing
in
the
ascent
,
through
a
region
of
viscid
gloom
.
He
halted
on
the
landing
before
the
door
and
then
,
grasping
the
porcelain
knob
,
opened
the
door
quickly
.
He
waited
in
fear
,
his
soul
pining
within
him
,
praying
silently
that
death
might
not
touch
his
brow
as
he
passed
over
the
threshold
,
that
the
fiends
that
inhabit
darkness
might
not
be
given
power
over
him
.
He
waited
still
at
the
threshold
as
at
the
entrance
to
some
dark
cave
.
Faces
were
there
;
eyes
:
they
waited
and
watched
.
--
We
knew
perfectly
well
of
course
that
though
it
was
bound
to
come
to
the
light
he
would
find
considerable
difficulty
in
endeavouring
to
try
to
induce
himself
to
try
to
endeavour
to
ascertain
the
spiritual
plenipotentiary
and
so
we
knew
of
course
perfectly
well
--
Murmuring
faces
waited
and
watched
;
murmurous
voices
filled
the
dark
shell
of
the
cave
.
He
feared
intensely
in
spirit
and
in
flesh
but
,
raising
his
head
bravely
,
he
strode
into
the
room
firmly
.
A
doorway
,
a
room
,
the
same
room
,
same
window
.
He
told
himself
calmly
that
those
words
had
absolutely
no
sense
which
had
seemed
to
rise
murmurously
from
the
dark
.
He
told
himself
that
it
was
simply
his
room
with
the
door
open
.
He
closed
the
door
and
,
walking
swiftly
to
the
bed
,
knelt
beside
it
and
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
.
His
hands
were
cold
and
damp
and
his
limbs
ached
with
chill
.
Bodily
unrest
and
chill
and
weariness
beset
him
,
routing
his
thoughts
.
Why
was
he
kneeling
there
like
a
child
saying
his
evening
prayers
?
To
be
alone
with
his
soul
,
to
examine
his
conscience
,
to
meet
his
sins
face
to
face
,
to
recall
their
times
and
manners
and
circumstances
,
to
weep
over
them
.
He
could
not
weep
.
He
could
not
summon
them
to
his
memory
.
He
felt
only
an
ache
of
soul
and
body
,
his
whole
being
,
memory
,
will
,
understanding
,
flesh
,
benumbed
and
weary
.
That
was
the
work
of
devils
,
to
scatter
his
thoughts
and
over-cloud
his
conscience
,
assailing
him
at
the
gates
of
the
cowardly
and
sin-corrupted
flesh
:
and
,
praying
God
timidly
to
forgive
him
his
weakness
,
he
crawled
up
on
to
the
bed
and
,
wrapping
the
blankets
closely
about
him
,
covered
his
face
again
with
his
hands
.
He
had
sinned
.
He
had
sinned
so
deeply
against
heaven
and
before
God
that
he
was
not
worthy
to
be
called
God
's
child
.
Could
it
be
that
he
,
Stephen
Dedalus
,
had
done
those
things
?
His
conscience
sighed
in
answer
.
Yes
,
he
had
done
them
,
secretly
,
filthily
,
time
after
time
,
and
,
hardened
in
sinful
impenitence
,
he
had
dared
to
wear
the
mask
of
holiness
before
the
tabernacle
itself
while
his
soul
within
was
a
living
mass
of
corruption
.
How
came
it
that
God
had
not
struck
him
dead
?
The
leprous
company
of
his
sins
closed
about
him
,
breathing
upon
him
,
bending
over
him
from
all
sides
.
He
strove
to
forget
them
in
an
act
of
prayer
,
huddling
his
limbs
closer
together
and
binding
down
his
eyelids
:
but
the
senses
of
his
soul
would
not
be
bound
and
,
though
his
eyes
were
shut
fast
,
he
saw
the
places
where
he
had
sinned
and
,
though
his
ears
were
tightly
covered
,
he
heard
.
He
desired
with
all
his
will
not
to
hear
or
see
.
He
desired
till
his
frame
shook
under
the
strain
of
his
desire
and
until
the
senses
of
his
soul
closed
.
They
closed
for
an
instant
and
then
opened
.
He
saw
.
