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He
struck
the
ferrule
of
his
umbrella
on
the
stone
floor
of
the
colonnade
.
--
Hell
,
Temple
said
.
I
can
respect
that
invention
of
the
grey
spouse
of
Satan
.
Hell
is
Roman
,
like
the
walls
of
the
Romans
,
strong
and
ugly
.
But
what
is
limbo
?
--
Put
him
back
into
the
perambulator
,
Cranly
,
O'Keeffe
called
out
.
Cranly
made
a
swift
step
towards
Temple
,
halted
,
stamping
his
foot
,
crying
as
if
to
a
fowl
:
--
Hoosh
!
Temple
moved
away
nimbly
.
--
Do
you
know
what
limbo
is
?
he
cried
.
Do
you
know
what
we
call
a
notion
like
that
in
Roscommon
?
--
Hoosh
!
Blast
you
!
Cranly
cried
,
clapping
his
hands
.
--
Neither
my
arse
nor
my
elbow
!
Temple
cried
out
scornfully
.
And
that
's
what
I
call
limbo
.
