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The
fellows
at
his
table
stood
up
.
He
stood
up
and
passed
out
among
them
in
the
file
.
He
had
to
decide
.
He
was
coming
near
the
door
.
If
he
went
on
with
the
fellows
he
could
never
go
up
to
the
rector
because
he
could
not
leave
the
playground
for
that
.
And
if
he
went
and
was
pandied
all
the
same
all
the
fellows
would
make
fun
and
talk
about
young
Dedalus
going
up
to
the
rector
to
tell
on
the
prefect
of
studies
.
He
was
walking
down
along
the
matting
and
he
saw
the
door
before
him
.
It
was
impossible
:
he
could
not
.
He
thought
of
the
baldy
head
of
the
prefect
of
studies
with
the
cruel
no-coloured
eyes
looking
at
him
and
he
heard
the
voice
of
the
prefect
of
studies
asking
him
twice
what
his
name
was
.
Why
could
he
not
remember
the
name
when
he
was
told
the
first
time
?
Was
he
not
listening
the
first
time
or
was
it
to
make
fun
out
of
the
name
?
The
great
men
in
the
history
had
names
like
that
and
nobody
made
fun
of
them
.
It
was
his
own
name
that
he
should
have
made
fun
of
if
he
wanted
to
make
fun
.
Dolan
:
it
was
like
the
name
of
a
woman
who
washed
clothes
.
He
had
reached
the
door
and
,
turning
quickly
up
to
the
right
,
walked
up
the
stairs
and
,
before
he
could
make
up
his
mind
to
come
back
,
he
had
entered
the
low
dark
narrow
corridor
that
led
to
the
castle
.
And
as
he
crossed
the
threshold
of
the
door
of
the
corridor
he
saw
,
without
turning
his
head
to
look
,
that
all
the
fellows
were
looking
after
him
as
they
went
filing
by
.
He
passed
along
the
narrow
dark
corridor
,
passing
little
doors
that
were
the
doors
of
the
rooms
of
the
community
.
He
peered
in
front
of
him
and
right
and
left
through
the
gloom
and
thought
that
those
must
be
portraits
.
It
was
dark
and
silent
and
his
eyes
were
weak
and
tired
with
tears
so
that
he
could
not
see
.
But
he
thought
they
were
the
portraits
of
the
saints
and
great
men
of
the
order
who
were
looking
down
on
him
silently
as
he
passed
:
saint
Ignatius
Loyola
holding
an
open
book
and
pointing
to
the
words
AD
MAJOREM
DEI
GLORIAM
in
it
;
saint
Francis
Xavier
pointing
to
his
chest
;
Lorenzo
Ricci
with
his
berretta
on
his
head
like
one
of
the
prefects
of
the
lines
,
the
three
patrons
of
holy
youth
--
saint
Stanislaus
Kostka
,
saint
Aloysius
Gonzago
,
and
Blessed
John
Berchmans
,
all
with
young
faces
because
they
died
when
they
were
young
,
and
Father
Peter
Kenny
sitting
in
a
chair
wrapped
in
a
big
cloak
.
He
came
out
on
the
landing
above
the
entrance
hall
and
looked
about
him
.
That
was
where
Hamilton
Rowan
had
passed
and
the
marks
of
the
soldiers
'
slugs
were
there
.
And
it
was
there
that
the
old
servants
had
seen
the
ghost
in
the
white
cloak
of
a
marshal
.
An
old
servant
was
sweeping
at
the
end
of
the
landing
.
He
asked
him
where
was
the
rector
's
room
and
the
old
servant
pointed
to
the
door
at
the
far
end
and
looked
after
him
as
he
went
on
to
it
and
knocked
.
There
was
no
answer
.
He
knocked
again
more
loudly
and
his
heart
jumped
when
he
heard
a
muffled
voice
say
:
--
Come
in
!
