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In
ferial
tone
he
addressed
J
.
J
.
O
Molloy
:
Taylor
had
come
there
,
you
must
know
,
from
a
sickbed
.
That
he
had
prepared
his
speech
I
do
not
believe
for
there
was
not
even
one
shorthandwriter
in
the
hall
.
His
dark
lean
face
had
a
growth
of
shaggy
beard
round
it
.
He
wore
a
loose
white
silk
neckcloth
and
altogether
he
looked
(
though
he
was
not
)
a
dying
man
.
His
gaze
turned
at
once
but
slowly
from
J
.
J
.
O
Molloy
s
towards
Stephen
s
face
and
then
bent
at
once
to
the
ground
,
seeking
.
His
unglazed
linen
collar
appeared
behind
his
bent
head
,
soiled
by
his
withering
hair
.
Still
seeking
,
he
said
:
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When
Fitzgibbon
s
speech
had
ended
John
F
Taylor
rose
to
reply
.
Briefly
,
as
well
as
I
can
bring
them
to
mind
,
his
words
were
these
.
He
raised
his
head
firmly
.
His
eyes
bethought
themselves
once
more
.
Witless
shellfish
swam
in
the
gross
lenses
to
and
fro
,
seeking
outlet
.
He
began
:
Mr
Chairman
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
:
Great
was
my
admiration
in
listening
to
the
remarks
addressed
to
the
youth
of
Ireland
a
moment
since
by
my
learned
friend
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
I
had
been
transported
into
a
country
far
away
from
this
country
,
into
an
age
remote
from
this
age
,
that
I
stood
in
ancient
Egypt
and
that
I
was
listening
to
the
speech
of
some
highpriest
of
that
land
addressed
to
the
youthful
Moses
.
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His
listeners
held
their
cigarettes
poised
to
hear
,
their
smokes
ascending
in
frail
stalks
that
flowered
with
his
speech
.
And
let
our
crooked
smokes
.
Noble
words
coming
.
Look
out
.
Could
you
try
your
hand
at
it
yourself
?
And
it
seemed
to
me
that
I
heard
the
voice
of
that
Egyptian
highpriest
raised
in
a
tone
of
like
haughtiness
and
like
pride
.
I
heard
his
words
and
their
meaning
was
revealed
to
me
.
FROM
THE
FATHERS