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His
hat
had
come
down
on
his
forehead
.
He
shoved
it
back
and
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
Stephen
saw
his
pale
face
,
framed
by
the
dark
,
and
his
large
dark
eyes
.
Yes
.
His
face
was
handsome
and
his
body
was
strong
and
hard
.
He
had
spoken
of
a
mother
's
love
.
He
felt
then
the
sufferings
of
women
,
the
weaknesses
of
their
bodies
and
souls
;
and
would
shield
them
with
a
strong
and
resolute
arm
and
bow
his
mind
to
them
.
Away
then
:
it
is
time
to
go
.
A
voice
spoke
softly
to
Stephen
's
lonely
heart
,
bidding
him
go
and
telling
him
that
his
friendship
was
coming
to
an
end
.
Yes
;
he
would
go
.
He
could
not
strive
against
another
.
He
knew
his
part
.
--
Probably
I
shall
go
away
,
he
said
.
--
Where
?
Cranly
asked
.
--
Where
I
can
,
Stephen
said
.
--
Yes
,
Cranly
said
.
It
might
be
difficult
for
you
to
live
here
now
.
But
is
it
that
makes
you
go
?
--
I
have
to
go
,
Stephen
answered
.
--
Because
,
Cranly
continued
,
you
need
not
look
upon
yourself
as
driven
away
if
you
do
not
wish
to
go
or
as
a
heretic
or
an
outlaw
.
There
are
many
good
believers
who
think
as
you
do
.
Would
that
surprise
you
?
The
church
is
not
the
stone
building
nor
even
the
clergy
and
their
dogmas
.
It
is
the
whole
mass
of
those
born
into
it
.
I
do
n't
know
what
you
wish
to
do
in
life
.
Is
it
what
you
told
me
the
night
we
were
standing
outside
Harcourt
Street
station
?
--
Yes
,
Stephen
said
,
smiling
in
spite
of
himself
at
Cranly
's
way
of
remembering
thoughts
in
connexion
with
places
.
