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--
No
,
said
Davin
.
But
I
wish
you
had
not
told
me
.
A
tide
began
to
surge
beneath
the
calm
surface
of
Stephen
's
friendliness
.
--
This
race
and
this
country
and
this
life
produced
me
,
he
said
I
shall
express
myself
as
I
am
.
--
Try
to
be
one
of
us
,
repeated
Davin
.
In
heart
you
are
an
Irish
man
but
your
pride
is
too
powerful
.
--
My
ancestors
threw
off
their
language
and
took
another
Stephen
said
.
They
allowed
a
handful
of
foreigners
to
subject
them
.
Do
you
fancy
I
am
going
to
pay
in
my
own
life
and
person
debts
they
made
?
What
for
?
--
For
our
freedom
,
said
Davin
.
--
No
honourable
and
sincere
man
,
said
Stephen
,
has
given
up
to
you
his
life
and
his
youth
and
his
affections
from
the
days
of
Tone
to
those
of
Parnell
,
but
you
sold
him
to
the
enemy
or
failed
him
in
need
or
reviled
him
and
left
him
for
another
.
And
you
invite
me
to
be
one
of
you
.
I
'd
see
you
damned
first
.
--
They
died
for
their
ideals
,
Stevie
,
said
Davin
.
Our
day
will
come
yet
,
believe
me
.
Stephen
,
following
his
own
thought
,
was
silent
for
an
instant
.
--
The
soul
is
born
,
he
said
vaguely
,
first
in
those
moments
I
told
you
of
.
It
has
a
slow
and
dark
birth
,
more
mysterious
than
the
birth
of
the
body
.
When
the
soul
of
a
man
is
born
in
this
country
there
are
nets
flung
at
it
to
hold
it
back
from
flight
.
You
talk
to
me
of
nationality
,
language
,
religion
.
I
shall
try
to
fly
by
those
nets
.
