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VISIT

,

WE

BESEECH

THEE

,

O

LORD

,

THIS

HABITATION

AND

DRIVE

AWAY

FROM

IT

ALL

...

Going

home

for

the

holidays

!

That

would

be

lovely

:

the

fellows

had

told

him

.

Getting

up

on

the

cars

in

the

early

wintry

morning

outside

the

door

of

the

castle

.

The

cars

were

rolling

on

the

gravel

.

Cheers

for

the

rector

!

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Hurray

!

Hurray

!

Hurray

!

The

cars

drove

past

the

chapel

and

all

caps

were

raised

.

They

drove

merrily

along

the

country

roads

.

The

drivers

pointed

with

their

whips

to

Bodenstown

.

The

fellows

cheered

.

They

passed

the

farmhouse

of

the

Jolly

Farmer

.

Cheer

after

cheer

after

cheer

.

Through

Clane

they

drove

,

cheering

and

cheered

.

The

peasant

women

stood

at

the

half-doors

,

the

men

stood

here

and

there

.

The

lovely

smell

there

was

in

the

wintry

air

:

the

smell

of

Clane

:

rain

and

wintry

air

and

turf

smouldering

and

corduroy

.

The

train

was

full

of

fellows

:

a

long

long

chocolate

train

with

cream

facings

.

The

guards

went

to

and

fro

opening

,

closing

,

locking

,

unlocking

the

doors

.

They

were

men

in

dark

blue

and

silver

;

they

had

silvery

whistles

and

their

keys

made

a

quick

music

:

click

,

click

:

click

,

click

.

And

the

train

raced

on

over

the

flat

lands

and

past

the

Hill

of

Allen

.

The

telegraph

poles

were

passing

,

passing

.

The

train

went

on

and

on

.

It

knew

.

There

were

lanterns

in

the

hall

of

his

father

's

house

and

ropes

of

green

branches

.

There

were

holly

and

ivy

round

the

pierglass

and

holly

and

ivy

,

green

and

red

,

twined

round

the

chandeliers

.

There

were

red

holly

and

green

ivy

round

the

old

portraits

on

the

walls

.

Holly

and

ivy

for

him

and

for

Christmas

.

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Lovely

...

All

the

people

.

Welcome

home

,

Stephen

!

Noises

of

welcome

.

His

mother

kissed

him

.

Was

that

right

?

His

father

was

a

marshal

now

:

higher

than

a

magistrate

.

Welcome

home

,

Stephen

!

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