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Stephen
knelt
down
quickly
pressing
his
beaten
hands
to
his
sides
.
To
think
of
them
beaten
and
swollen
with
pain
all
in
a
moment
made
him
feel
so
sorry
for
them
as
if
they
were
not
his
own
but
someone
else
's
that
he
felt
sorry
for
.
And
as
he
knelt
,
calming
the
last
sobs
in
his
throat
and
feeling
the
burning
tingling
pain
pressed
into
his
sides
,
he
thought
of
the
hands
which
he
had
held
out
in
the
air
with
the
palms
up
and
of
the
firm
touch
of
the
prefect
of
studies
when
he
had
steadied
the
shaking
fingers
and
of
the
beaten
swollen
reddened
mass
of
palm
and
fingers
that
shook
helplessly
in
the
air
.
--
Get
at
your
work
,
all
of
you
,
cried
the
prefect
of
studies
from
the
door
.
Father
Dolan
will
be
in
every
day
to
see
if
any
boy
,
any
lazy
idle
little
loafer
wants
flogging
.
Every
day
.
Every
day
.
The
door
closed
behind
him
.
The
hushed
class
continued
to
copy
out
the
themes
.
Father
Arnall
rose
from
his
seat
and
went
among
them
,
helping
the
boys
with
gentle
words
and
telling
them
the
mistakes
they
had
made
.
His
voice
was
very
gentle
and
soft
.
Then
he
returned
to
his
seat
and
said
to
Fleming
and
Stephen
:
--
You
may
return
to
your
places
,
you
two
.
Fleming
and
Stephen
rose
and
,
walking
to
their
seats
,
sat
down
.
Stephen
,
scarlet
with
shame
,
opened
a
book
quickly
with
one
weak
hand
and
bent
down
upon
it
,
his
face
close
to
the
page
.
It
was
unfair
and
cruel
because
the
doctor
had
told
him
not
to
read
without
glasses
and
he
had
written
home
to
his
father
that
morning
to
send
him
a
new
pair
.
And
Father
Arnall
had
said
that
he
need
not
study
till
the
new
glasses
came
.
Then
to
be
called
a
schemer
before
the
class
and
to
be
pandied
when
he
always
got
the
card
for
first
or
second
and
was
the
leader
of
the
Yorkists
!
How
could
the
prefect
of
studies
know
that
it
was
a
trick
?
He
felt
the
touch
of
the
prefect
's
fingers
as
they
had
steadied
his
hand
and
at
first
he
had
thought
he
was
going
to
shake
hands
with
him
because
the
fingers
were
soft
and
firm
:
but
then
in
an
instant
he
had
heard
the
swish
of
the
soutane
sleeve
and
the
crash
.
It
was
cruel
and
unfair
to
make
him
kneel
in
the
middle
of
the
class
then
:
and
Father
Arnall
had
told
them
both
that
they
might
return
to
their
places
without
making
any
difference
between
them
.
He
listened
to
Father
Arnall
's
low
and
gentle
voice
as
he
corrected
the
themes
.
Perhaps
he
was
sorry
now
and
wanted
to
be
decent
.
But
it
was
unfair
and
cruel
.
The
prefect
of
studies
was
a
priest
but
that
was
cruel
and
unfair
.
And
his
white-grey
face
and
the
no-coloured
eyes
behind
the
steel-rimmed
spectacles
were
cruel
looking
because
he
had
steadied
the
hand
first
with
his
firm
soft
fingers
and
that
was
to
hit
it
better
and
louder
.
--
It
's
a
stinking
mean
thing
,
that
's
what
it
is
,
said
Fleming
in
the
corridor
as
the
classes
were
passing
out
in
file
to
the
refectory
,
to
pandy
a
fellow
for
what
is
not
his
fault
.
