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--
It
must
be
troublesome
,
I
imagine
.
--
Of
course
it
is
,
of
course
.
Just
imagine
when
I
was
in
Belgium
I
used
to
see
them
out
cycling
in
all
kinds
of
weather
with
this
thing
up
about
their
knees
!
It
was
really
ridiculous
.
LES
JUPES
,
they
call
them
in
Belgium
.
The
vowel
was
so
modified
as
to
be
indistinct
.
--
What
do
they
call
them
?
--
LES
JUPES
.
--
O
!
Stephen
smiled
again
in
answer
to
the
smile
which
he
could
not
see
on
the
priest
's
shadowed
face
,
its
image
or
spectre
only
passing
rapidly
across
his
mind
as
the
low
discreet
accent
fell
upon
his
ear
.
He
gazed
calmly
before
him
at
the
waning
sky
,
glad
of
the
cool
of
the
evening
and
of
the
faint
yellow
glow
which
hid
the
tiny
flame
kindling
upon
his
cheek
.
The
names
of
articles
of
dress
worn
by
women
or
of
certain
soft
and
delicate
stuffs
used
in
their
making
brought
always
to
his
mind
a
delicate
and
sinful
perfume
.
As
a
boy
he
had
imagined
the
reins
by
which
horses
are
driven
as
slender
silken
bands
and
it
shocked
him
to
feel
at
Stradbrooke
the
greasy
leather
of
harness
.
It
had
shocked
him
,
too
,
when
he
had
felt
for
the
first
time
beneath
his
tremulous
fingers
the
brittle
texture
of
a
woman
's
stocking
for
,
retaining
nothing
of
all
he
read
save
that
which
seemed
to
him
an
echo
or
a
prophecy
of
his
own
state
,
it
was
only
amid
soft-worded
phrases
or
within
rose-soft
stuff
's
that
he
dared
to
conceive
of
the
soul
or
body
of
a
woman
moving
with
tender
life
.
But
the
phrase
on
the
priest
's
lips
was
disingenuous
for
he
knew
that
a
priest
should
not
speak
lightly
on
that
theme
.
The
phrase
had
been
spoken
lightly
with
design
and
he
felt
that
his
face
was
being
searched
by
the
eyes
in
the
shadow
.
Whatever
he
had
heard
or
read
of
the
craft
of
jesuits
he
had
put
aside
frankly
as
not
borne
out
by
his
own
experience
.
His
masters
,
even
when
they
had
not
attracted
him
,
had
seemed
to
him
always
intelligent
and
serious
priests
,
athletic
and
high-spirited
prefects
.
He
thought
of
them
as
men
who
washed
their
bodies
briskly
with
cold
water
and
wore
clean
cold
linen
.
During
all
the
years
he
had
lived
among
them
in
Clongowes
and
in
Belvedere
he
had
received
only
two
pandies
and
,
though
these
had
been
dealt
him
in
the
wrong
,
he
knew
that
he
had
often
escaped
punishment
.
During
all
those
years
he
had
never
heard
from
any
of
his
masters
a
flippant
word
:
it
was
they
who
had
taught
him
christian
doctrine
and
urged
him
to
live
a
good
life
and
,
when
he
had
fallen
into
grievous
sin
,
it
was
they
who
had
led
him
back
to
grace
.
Their
presence
had
made
him
diffident
of
himself
when
he
was
a
muffin
Clongowes
and
it
had
made
him
diffident
of
himself
also
while
he
had
held
his
equivocal
position
in
Belvedere
.
A
constant
sense
of
this
had
remained
with
him
up
to
the
last
year
of
his
school
life
.
He
had
never
once
disobeyed
or
allowed
turbulent
companions
to
seduce
him
from
his
habit
of
quiet
obedience
;
and
,
even
when
he
doubted
some
statement
of
a
master
,
he
had
never
presumed
to
doubt
openly
.
