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The
smile
waned
on
Stephen
's
face
.
Any
allusion
made
to
his
father
by
a
fellow
or
by
a
master
put
his
calm
to
rout
in
a
moment
.
He
waited
in
timorous
silence
to
hear
what
Heron
might
say
next
.
Heron
,
however
,
nudged
him
expressively
with
his
elbow
and
said
:
--
You
're
a
sly
dog
.
--
Why
so
?
said
Stephen
.
--
You
'd
think
butter
would
n't
melt
in
your
mouth
said
Heron
.
But
I
'm
afraid
you
're
a
sly
dog
.
--
Might
I
ask
you
what
you
are
talking
about
?
said
Stephen
urbanely
.
--
Indeed
you
might
,
answered
Heron
.
We
saw
her
,
Wallis
,
did
n't
we
?
And
deucedly
pretty
she
is
too
.
And
inquisitive
!
AND
WHAT
PART
DOES
STEPHEN
TAKE
,
MR
DEDALUS
?
AND
WILL
STEPHEN
NOT
SING
,
MR
DEDALUS
?
Your
governor
was
staring
at
her
through
that
eyeglass
of
his
for
all
he
was
worth
so
that
I
think
the
old
man
has
found
you
out
too
.
I
would
n't
care
a
bit
,
by
Jove
.
She
's
ripping
,
is
n't
she
,
Wallis
?
--
Not
half
bad
,
answered
Wallis
quietly
as
he
placed
his
holder
once
more
in
a
corner
of
his
mouth
.
A
shaft
of
momentary
anger
flew
through
Stephen
's
mind
at
these
indelicate
allusions
in
the
hearing
of
a
stranger
.
For
him
there
was
nothing
amusing
in
a
girl
's
interest
and
regard
.
All
day
he
had
thought
of
nothing
but
their
leave-taking
on
the
steps
of
the
tram
at
Harold
's
Cross
,
the
stream
of
moody
emotions
it
had
made
to
course
through
him
and
the
poem
he
had
written
about
it
.
All
day
he
had
imagined
a
new
meeting
with
her
for
he
knew
that
she
was
to
come
to
the
play
.
The
old
restless
moodiness
had
again
filled
his
breast
as
it
had
done
on
the
night
of
the
party
,
but
had
not
found
an
outlet
in
verse
.
The
growth
and
knowledge
of
two
years
of
boyhood
stood
between
then
and
now
,
forbidding
such
an
outlet
:
and
all
day
the
stream
of
gloomy
tenderness
within
him
had
started
forth
and
returned
upon
itself
in
dark
courses
and
eddies
,
wearying
him
in
the
end
until
the
pleasantry
of
the
prefect
and
the
painted
little
boy
had
drawn
from
him
a
movement
of
impatience
.
--
So
you
may
as
well
admit
,
Heron
went
on
,
that
we
've
fairly
found
you
out
this
time
.
You
ca
n't
play
the
saint
on
me
any
more
,
that
's
one
sure
five
.
