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—
Hush
,
Lenehan
said
.
I
hear
feetstoops
.
Professor
MacHugh
strode
across
the
room
and
seized
the
cringing
urchin
by
the
collar
as
the
others
scampered
out
of
the
hall
and
down
the
steps
.
The
tissues
rustled
up
in
the
draught
,
floated
softly
in
the
air
blue
scrawls
and
under
the
table
came
to
earth
.
—
It
wasn
’
t
me
,
sir
.
It
was
the
big
fellow
shoved
me
,
sir
.
—
Throw
him
out
and
shut
the
door
,
the
editor
said
.
There
’
s
a
hurricane
blowing
.
Lenehan
began
to
paw
the
tissues
up
from
the
floor
,
grunting
as
he
stooped
twice
.
—
Waiting
for
the
racing
special
,
sir
,
the
newsboy
said
.
It
was
Pat
Farrell
shoved
me
,
sir
.
He
pointed
to
two
faces
peering
in
round
the
doorframe
.
—
Him
,
sir
.
—
Out
of
this
with
you
,
professor
MacHugh
said
gruffly
.
