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--
I
'm
an
emotional
man
,
said
Temple
.
That
's
quite
rightly
expressed
.
And
I
'm
proud
that
I
'm
an
emotionalist
.
He
sidled
out
of
the
alley
,
smiling
slyly
.
Cranly
watched
him
with
a
blank
expressionless
face
.
--
Look
at
him
!
he
said
.
Did
you
ever
see
such
a
go-by-the-wall
?
His
phrase
was
greeted
by
a
strange
laugh
from
a
student
who
lounged
against
the
wall
,
his
peaked
cap
down
on
his
eyes
.
The
laugh
,
pitched
in
a
high
key
and
coming
from
a
So
muscular
frame
,
seemed
like
the
whinny
of
an
elephant
.
The
student
's
body
shook
all
over
and
,
to
ease
his
mirth
,
he
rubbed
both
his
hands
delightedly
over
his
groins
.
--
Lynch
is
awake
,
said
Cranly
.
Lynch
,
for
answer
,
straightened
himself
and
thrust
forward
his
chest
.
--
Lynch
puts
out
his
chest
,
said
Stephen
,
as
a
criticism
of
life
.
Lynch
smote
himself
sonorously
on
the
chest
and
said
:
--
Who
has
anything
to
say
about
my
girth
?
Cranly
took
him
at
the
word
and
the
two
began
to
tussle
.
When
their
faces
had
flushed
with
the
struggle
they
drew
apart
,
panting
.
Stephen
bent
down
towards
Davin
who
,
intent
on
the
game
,
had
paid
no
heed
to
the
talk
of
the
others
.
