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—
They
wouldn
’
t
give
anything
on
them
,
she
said
.
Father
Conmee
walked
through
Clongowes
fields
,
his
thinsocked
ankles
tickled
by
stubble
.
—
Where
did
you
try
?
Boody
asked
.
—
M
’
Guinness
’
s
.
Boody
stamped
her
foot
and
threw
her
satchel
on
the
table
.
—
Bad
cess
to
her
big
face
!
she
cried
.
Katey
went
to
the
range
and
peered
with
squinting
eyes
.
—
What
’
s
in
the
pot
?
she
asked
.
—
Shirts
,
Maggy
said
.
Boody
cried
angrily
:
