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--
Caught
?
--
What
doing
?
Athy
said
:
--
Smugging
.
All
the
fellows
were
silent
:
and
Athy
said
:
--
And
that
's
why
.
Stephen
looked
at
the
faces
of
the
fellows
but
they
were
all
looking
across
the
playground
.
He
wanted
to
ask
somebody
about
it
.
What
did
that
mean
about
the
smugging
in
the
square
?
Why
did
the
five
fellows
out
of
the
higher
line
run
away
for
that
?
It
was
a
joke
,
he
thought
.
Simon
Moonan
had
nice
clothes
and
one
night
he
had
shown
him
a
ball
of
creamy
sweets
that
the
fellows
of
the
football
fifteen
had
rolled
down
to
him
along
the
carpet
in
the
middle
of
the
refectory
when
he
was
at
the
door
.
It
was
the
night
of
the
match
against
the
Bective
Rangers
;
and
the
ball
was
made
just
like
a
red
and
green
apple
only
it
opened
and
it
was
full
of
the
creamy
sweets
.
And
one
day
Boyle
had
said
that
art
elephant
had
two
tuskers
instead
of
two
tusks
and
that
was
why
he
was
called
Tusker
Boyle
but
some
fellows
called
him
Lady
Boyle
because
he
was
always
at
his
nails
,
paring
them
.
Eileen
had
long
thin
cool
white
hands
too
because
she
was
a
girl
.
They
were
like
ivory
;
only
soft
.
That
was
the
meaning
of
TOWER
OF
IVORY
but
protestants
could
not
understand
it
and
made
fun
of
it
.
One
day
he
had
stood
beside
her
looking
into
the
hotel
grounds
.
A
waiter
was
running
up
a
trail
of
bunting
on
the
flagstaff
and
a
fox
terrier
was
scampering
to
and
fro
on
the
sunny
lawn
.
She
had
put
her
hand
into
his
pocket
where
his
hand
was
and
he
had
felt
how
cool
and
thin
and
soft
her
hand
was
.
She
had
said
that
pockets
were
funny
things
to
have
:
and
then
all
of
a
sudden
she
had
broken
away
and
had
run
laughing
down
the
sloping
curve
of
the
path
.
Her
fair
hair
had
streamed
out
behind
her
like
gold
in
the
sun
.
TOWER
OF
IVORY
.
HOUSE
OF
GOLD
.
By
thinking
of
things
you
could
understand
them
.
But
why
in
the
square
?
You
went
there
when
you
wanted
to
do
something
.
It
was
all
thick
slabs
of
slate
and
water
trickled
all
day
out
of
tiny
pinholes
and
there
was
a
queer
smell
of
stale
water
there
.
And
behind
the
door
of
one
of
the
closets
there
was
a
drawing
in
red
pencil
of
a
bearded
man
in
a
Roman
dress
with
a
brick
in
each
hand
and
underneath
was
the
name
of
the
drawing
:
