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He
turned
the
handle
and
opened
the
door
and
fumbled
for
the
handle
of
the
green
baize
door
inside
.
He
found
it
and
pushed
it
open
and
went
in
.
He
saw
the
rector
sitting
at
a
desk
writing
.
There
was
a
skull
on
the
desk
and
a
strange
solemn
smell
in
the
room
like
the
old
leather
of
chairs
.
His
heart
was
beating
fast
on
account
of
the
solemn
place
he
was
in
and
the
silence
of
the
room
:
and
he
looked
at
the
skull
and
at
the
rector
's
kind-looking
face
.
--
Well
,
my
little
man
,
said
the
rector
,
what
is
it
?
Stephen
swallowed
down
the
thing
in
his
throat
and
said
:
--
I
broke
my
glasses
,
sir
.
The
rector
opened
his
mouth
and
said
:
--
O
!
Then
he
smiled
and
said
:
--
Well
,
if
we
broke
our
glasses
we
must
write
home
for
a
new
pair
.
