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How
pale
the
light
was
at
the
window
!
But
that
was
nice
.
The
fire
rose
and
fell
on
the
wall
.
It
was
like
waves
.
Someone
had
put
coal
on
and
he
heard
voices
.
They
were
talking
.
It
was
the
noise
of
the
waves
.
Or
the
waves
were
talking
among
themselves
as
they
rose
and
fell
.
He
saw
the
sea
of
waves
,
long
dark
waves
rising
and
falling
,
dark
under
the
moonless
night
.
A
tiny
light
twinkled
at
the
pierhead
where
the
ship
was
entering
:
and
he
saw
a
multitude
of
people
gathered
by
the
waters
'
edge
to
see
the
ship
that
was
entering
their
harbour
.
A
tall
man
stood
on
the
deck
,
looking
out
towards
the
flat
dark
land
:
and
by
the
light
at
the
pierhead
he
saw
his
face
,
the
sorrowful
face
of
Brother
Michael
.
He
saw
him
lift
his
hand
towards
the
people
and
heard
him
say
in
a
loud
voice
of
sorrow
over
the
waters
:
--
He
is
dead
.
We
saw
him
lying
upon
the
catafalque
.
A
wail
of
sorrow
went
up
from
the
people
.
--
Parnell
!
Parnell
!
He
is
dead
!
They
fell
upon
their
knees
,
moaning
in
sorrow
.
And
he
saw
Dante
in
a
maroon
velvet
dress
and
with
a
green
velvet
mantle
hanging
from
her
shoulders
walking
proudly
and
silently
past
the
people
who
knelt
by
the
water
's
edge
.
*
*
*
A
great
fire
,
banked
high
and
red
,
flamed
in
the
grate
and
under
the
ivy-twined
branches
of
the
chandelier
the
Christmas
table
was
spread
.
They
had
come
home
a
little
late
and
still
dinner
was
not
ready
:
but
it
would
be
ready
in
a
jiffy
his
mother
had
said
.
They
were
waiting
for
the
door
to
open
and
for
the
servants
to
come
in
,
holding
the
big
dishes
covered
with
their
heavy
metal
covers
.
All
were
waiting
:
uncle
Charles
,
who
sat
far
away
in
the
shadow
of
the
window
,
Dante
and
Mr
Casey
,
who
sat
in
the
easy-chairs
at
either
side
of
the
hearth
,
Stephen
,
seated
on
a
chair
between
them
,
his
feet
resting
on
the
toasted
boss
.
Mr
Dedalus
looked
at
himself
in
the
pierglass
above
the
mantelpiece
,
waxed
out
his
moustache
ends
and
then
,
parting
his
coattails
,
stood
with
his
back
to
the
glowing
fire
:
and
still
from
time
to
time
he
withdrew
a
hand
from
his
coat-tail
to
wax
out
one
of
his
moustache
ends
.
Mr
Casey
leaned
his
head
to
one
side
and
,
smiling
,
tapped
the
gland
of
his-neck
with
his
fingers
.
And
Stephen
smiled
too
for
he
knew
now
that
it
was
not
true
that
Mr
Casey
had
a
purse
of
silver
in
his
throat
.
He
smiled
to
think
how
the
silvery
noise
which
Mr
Casey
used
to
make
had
deceived
him
.
And
when
he
had
tried
to
open
Mr
Casey
's
hand
to
see
if
the
purse
of
silver
was
hidden
there
he
had
seen
that
the
fingers
could
not
be
straightened
out
:
and
Mr
Casey
had
told
him
that
he
had
got
those
three
cramped
fingers
making
a
birthday
present
for
Queen
Victoria
.
Mr
Casey
tapped
the
gland
of
his
neck
and
smiled
at
Stephen
with
sleepy
eyes
:
and
Mr
Dedalus
said
to
him
:
