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Jack
Lawton
looked
over
from
his
side
.
The
little
silk
badge
with
the
red
rose
on
it
looked
very
rich
because
he
had
a
blue
sailor
top
on
.
Stephen
felt
his
own
face
red
too
,
thinking
of
all
the
bets
about
who
would
get
first
place
in
elements
,
Jack
Lawton
or
he
.
Some
weeks
Jack
Lawton
got
the
card
for
first
and
some
weeks
he
got
the
card
for
first
.
His
white
silk
badge
fluttered
and
fluttered
as
he
worked
at
the
next
sum
and
heard
Father
Arnall
's
voice
.
Then
all
his
eagerness
passed
away
and
he
felt
his
face
quite
cool
.
He
thought
his
face
must
be
white
because
it
felt
so
cool
.
He
could
not
get
out
the
answer
for
the
sum
but
it
did
not
matter
.
White
roses
and
red
roses
:
those
were
beautiful
colours
to
think
of
.
And
the
cards
for
first
place
and
second
place
and
third
place
were
beautiful
colours
too
:
pink
and
cream
and
lavender
.
Lavender
and
cream
and
pink
roses
were
beautiful
to
think
of
.
Perhaps
a
wild
rose
might
be
like
those
colours
and
he
remembered
the
song
about
the
wild
rose
blossoms
on
the
little
green
place
.
But
you
could
not
have
a
green
rose
.
But
perhaps
somewhere
in
the
world
you
could
.
The
bell
rang
and
then
the
classes
began
to
file
out
of
the
rooms
and
along
the
corridors
towards
the
refectory
.
He
sat
looking
at
the
two
prints
of
butter
on
his
plate
but
could
not
eat
the
damp
bread
.
The
tablecloth
was
damp
and
limp
.
But
he
drank
off
the
hot
weak
tea
which
the
clumsy
scullion
,
girt
with
a
white
apron
,
poured
into
his
cup
.
He
wondered
whether
the
scullion
's
apron
was
damp
too
or
whether
all
white
things
were
cold
and
damp
.
Nasty
Roche
and
Saurin
drank
cocoa
that
their
people
sent
them
in
tins
.
They
said
they
could
not
drink
the
tea
;
that
it
was
hogwash
.
Their
fathers
were
magistrates
,
the
fellows
said
.
All
the
boys
seemed
to
him
very
strange
.
They
had
all
fathers
and
mothers
and
different
clothes
and
voices
.
He
longed
to
be
at
home
and
lay
his
head
on
his
mother
's
lap
.
But
he
could
not
:
and
so
he
longed
for
the
play
and
study
and
prayers
to
be
over
and
to
be
in
bed
.
He
drank
another
cup
of
hot
tea
and
Fleming
said
:
--
What
's
up
?
Have
you
a
pain
or
what
's
up
with
you
?
--
I
do
n't
know
,
Stephen
said
.
--
Sick
in
your
breadbasket
,
Fleming
said
,
because
your
face
looks
white
.
It
will
go
away
.
--
O
yes
,
Stephen
said
.
But
he
was
not
sick
there
.
He
thought
that
he
was
sick
in
his
heart
if
you
could
be
sick
in
that
place
.
Fleming
was
very
decent
to
ask
him
.
He
wanted
to
cry
.
He
leaned
his
elbows
on
the
table
and
shut
and
opened
the
flaps
of
his
ears
.
Then
he
heard
the
noise
of
the
refectory
every
time
he
opened
the
flaps
of
his
ears
.
It
made
a
roar
like
a
train
at
night
.
And
when
he
closed
the
flaps
the
roar
was
shut
off
like
a
train
going
into
a
tunnel
.
That
night
at
Dalkey
the
train
had
roared
like
that
and
then
,
when
it
went
into
the
tunnel
,
the
roar
stopped
.
He
closed
his
eyes
and
the
train
went
on
,
roaring
and
then
stopping
;
roaring
again
,
stopping
.
It
was
nice
to
hear
it
roar
and
stop
and
then
roar
out
of
the
tunnel
again
and
then
stop
.
