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Cranly
seized
his
arm
and
steered
him
round
so
as
to
lead
him
back
towards
Leeson
Park
.
He
laughed
almost
slyly
and
pressed
Stephen
's
arm
with
an
elder
's
affection
.
--
Cunning
indeed
!
he
said
.
Is
it
you
?
You
poor
poet
,
you
!
--
And
you
made
me
confess
to
you
,
Stephen
said
,
thrilled
by
his
touch
,
as
I
have
confessed
to
you
so
many
other
things
,
have
I
not
?
--
Yes
,
my
child
,
Cranly
said
,
still
gaily
.
--
You
made
me
confess
the
fears
that
I
have
.
But
I
will
tell
you
also
what
I
do
not
fear
.
I
do
not
fear
to
be
alone
or
to
be
spurned
for
another
or
to
leave
whatever
I
have
to
leave
.
And
I
am
not
afraid
to
make
a
mistake
,
even
a
great
mistake
,
a
lifelong
mistake
,
and
perhaps
as
long
as
eternity
too
.
Cranly
,
now
grave
again
,
slowed
his
pace
and
said
:
--
Alone
,
quite
alone
.
You
have
no
fear
of
that
.
And
you
know
what
that
word
means
?
Not
only
to
be
separate
from
all
others
but
to
have
not
even
one
friend
.
--
I
will
take
the
risk
,
said
Stephen
.
--
And
not
to
have
any
one
person
,
Cranly
said
,
who
would
be
more
than
a
friend
,
more
even
than
the
noblest
and
truest
friend
a
man
ever
had
.
