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Either
they
went
to
the
left
towards
the
Dublin
mountains
or
along
the
Goatstown
road
and
thence
into
Dundrum
,
coming
home
by
Sandyford
.
Trudging
along
the
road
or
standing
in
some
grimy
wayside
public
house
his
elders
spoke
constantly
of
the
subjects
nearer
their
hearts
,
of
Irish
politics
,
of
Munster
and
of
the
legends
of
their
own
family
,
to
all
of
which
Stephen
lent
an
avid
ear
.
Words
which
he
did
not
understand
he
said
over
and
over
to
himself
till
he
had
learnt
them
by
heart
:
and
through
them
he
had
glimpses
of
the
real
world
about
them
.
The
hour
when
he
too
would
take
part
in
the
life
of
that
world
seemed
drawing
near
and
in
secret
he
began
to
make
ready
for
the
great
part
which
he
felt
awaited
him
the
nature
of
which
he
only
dimly
apprehended
.
His
evenings
were
his
own
;
and
he
pored
over
a
ragged
translation
of
THE
COUNT
OF
MONTE
CRISTO
.
The
figure
of
that
dark
avenger
stood
forth
in
his
mind
for
whatever
he
had
heard
or
divined
in
childhood
of
the
strange
and
terrible
.
At
night
he
built
up
on
the
parlour
table
an
image
of
the
wonderful
island
cave
out
of
transfers
and
paper
flowers
and
coloured
tissue
paper
and
strips
of
the
silver
and
golden
paper
in
which
chocolate
is
wrapped
.
When
he
had
broken
up
this
scenery
,
weary
of
its
tinsel
,
there
would
come
to
his
mind
the
bright
picture
of
Marseille
,
of
sunny
trellises
,
and
of
Mercedes
.
Outside
Blackrock
,
on
the
road
that
led
to
the
mountains
,
stood
a
small
whitewashed
house
in
the
garden
of
which
grew
many
rosebushes
:
and
in
this
house
,
he
told
himself
,
another
Mercedes
lived
.
Both
on
the
outward
and
on
the
homeward
journey
he
measured
distance
by
this
landmark
:
and
in
his
imagination
he
lived
through
a
long
train
of
adventures
,
marvellous
as
those
in
the
book
itself
,
towards
the
close
of
which
there
appeared
an
image
of
himself
,
grown
older
and
sadder
,
standing
in
a
moonlit
garden
with
Mercedes
who
had
so
many
years
before
slighted
his
love
,
and
with
a
sadly
proud
gesture
of
refusal
,
saying
:
--
Madam
,
I
never
eat
muscatel
grapes
.
He
became
the
ally
of
a
boy
named
Aubrey
Mills
and
founded
with
him
a
gang
of
adventurers
in
the
avenue
.
Aubrey
carried
a
whistle
dangling
from
his
buttonhole
and
a
bicycle
lamp
attached
to
his
belt
while
the
others
had
short
sticks
thrust
daggerwise
through
theirs
.
Stephen
,
who
had
read
of
Napoleon
's
plain
style
of
dress
,
chose
to
remain
unadorned
and
thereby
heightened
for
himself
the
pleasure
of
taking
counsel
with
his
lieutenant
before
giving
orders
.
The
gang
made
forays
into
the
gardens
of
old
maids
or
went
down
to
the
castle
and
fought
a
battle
on
the
shaggy
weed-grown
rocks
,
coming
home
after
it
weary
stragglers
with
the
stale
odours
of
the
foreshore
in
their
nostrils
and
the
rank
oils
of
the
seawrack
upon
their
hands
and
in
their
hair
.
Aubrey
and
Stephen
had
a
common
milkman
and
often
they
drove
out
in
the
milk-car
to
Carrickmines
where
the
cows
were
at
grass
.
While
the
men
were
milking
the
boys
would
take
turns
in
riding
the
tractable
mare
round
the
field
.
But
when
autumn
came
the
cows
were
driven
home
from
the
grass
:
and
the
first
sight
of
the
filthy
cowyard
at
Stradbrook
with
its
foul
green
puddles
and
clots
of
liquid
dung
and
steaming
bran
troughs
,
sickened
Stephen
's
heart
.
The
cattle
which
had
seemed
so
beautiful
in
the
country
on
sunny
days
revolted
him
and
he
could
not
even
look
at
the
milk
they
yielded
.
The
coming
of
September
did
not
trouble
him
this
year
for
he
was
not
to
be
sent
back
to
Clongowes
.
The
practice
in
the
park
came
to
an
end
when
Mike
Flynn
went
into
hospital
.
Aubrey
was
at
school
and
had
only
an
hour
or
two
free
in
the
evening
.
The
gang
fell
asunder
and
there
were
no
more
nightly
forays
or
battles
on
the
rocks
.
Stephen
sometimes
went
round
with
the
car
which
delivered
the
evening
milk
and
these
chilly
drives
blew
away
his
memory
of
the
filth
of
the
cowyard
and
he
felt
no
repugnance
at
seeing
the
cow
hairs
and
hayseeds
on
the
milkman
's
coat
.
Whenever
the
car
drew
up
before
a
house
he
waited
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
a
well
scrubbed
kitchen
or
of
a
softly
lighted
hall
and
to
see
how
the
servant
would
hold
the
jug
and
how
she
would
close
the
door
.
He
thought
it
should
be
a
pleasant
life
enough
,
driving
along
the
roads
every
evening
to
deliver
milk
,
if
he
had
warm
gloves
and
a
fat
bag
of
gingernuts
in
his
pocket
to
eat
from
.
But
the
same
foreknowledge
which
had
sickened
his
heart
and
made
his
legs
sag
suddenly
as
he
raced
round
the
park
,
the
same
intuition
which
had
made
him
glance
with
mistrust
at
his
trainer
's
flabby
stubble-covered
face
as
it
bent
heavily
over
his
long
stained
fingers
,
dissipated
any
vision
of
the
future
.
In
a
vague
way
he
understood
that
his
father
was
in
trouble
and
that
this
was
the
reason
why
he
himself
had
not
been
sent
back
to
Clongowes
.
For
some
time
he
had
felt
the
slight
change
in
his
house
;
and
those
changes
in
what
he
had
deemed
unchangeable
were
so
many
slight
shocks
to
his
boyish
conception
of
the
world
.
The
ambition
which
he
felt
astir
at
times
in
the
darkness
of
his
soul
sought
no
outlet
.
A
dusk
like
that
of
the
outer
world
obscured
his
mind
as
he
heard
the
mare
's
hoofs
clattering
along
the
tramtrack
on
the
Rock
Road
and
the
great
can
swaying
and
rattling
behind
him
.
