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--
Trying
to
refine
them
also
out
of
existence
,
said
Lynch
.
A
fine
rain
began
to
fall
from
the
high
veiled
sky
and
they
turned
into
the
duke
's
lawn
to
reach
the
national
library
before
the
shower
came
.
--
What
do
you
mean
,
Lynch
asked
surlily
,
by
prating
about
beauty
and
the
imagination
in
this
miserable
Godforsaken
island
?
No
wonder
the
artist
retired
within
or
behind
his
handiwork
after
having
perpetrated
this
country
.
The
rain
fell
faster
.
When
they
passed
through
the
passage
beside
Kildare
house
they
found
many
students
sheltering
under
the
arcade
of
the
library
.
Cranly
,
leaning
against
a
pillar
,
was
picking
his
teeth
with
a
sharpened
match
,
listening
to
some
companions
.
Some
girls
stood
near
the
entrance
door
.
Lynch
whispered
to
Stephen
:
--
Your
beloved
is
here
.
Stephen
took
his
place
silently
on
the
step
below
the
group
of
students
,
heedless
of
the
rain
which
fell
fast
,
turning
his
eyes
towards
her
from
time
to
time
.
She
too
stood
silently
among
her
companions
.
She
has
no
priest
to
flirt
with
,
he
thought
with
conscious
bitterness
,
remembering
how
he
had
seen
her
last
.
Lynch
was
right
.
His
mind
emptied
of
theory
and
courage
,
lapsed
back
into
a
listless
peace
.
He
heard
the
students
talking
among
themselves
.
They
spoke
of
two
friends
who
had
passed
the
final
medical
examination
,
of
the
chances
of
getting
places
on
ocean
liners
,
of
poor
and
rich
practices
.
--
That
's
all
a
bubble
.
An
Irish
country
practice
is
better
.
--
Hynes
was
two
years
in
Liverpool
and
he
says
the
same
.
A
frightful
hole
he
said
it
was
.
Nothing
but
midwifery
cases
.
--
Do
you
mean
to
say
it
is
better
to
have
a
job
here
in
the
country
than
in
a
rich
city
like
that
?
I
know
a
fellow
.
