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The
vesta
in
the
clergyman
’
s
uplifted
hand
consumed
itself
in
a
long
soft
flame
and
was
let
fall
.
At
their
feet
its
red
speck
died
:
and
mouldy
air
closed
round
them
.
—
How
interesting
!
a
refined
accent
said
in
the
gloom
.
—
Yes
,
sir
,
Ned
Lambert
said
heartily
.
We
are
standing
in
the
historic
council
chamber
of
saint
Mary
’
s
abbey
where
silken
Thomas
proclaimed
himself
a
rebel
in
1534
.
This
is
the
most
historic
spot
in
all
Dublin
.
O
’
Madden
Burke
is
going
to
write
something
about
it
one
of
these
days
.
The
old
bank
of
Ireland
was
over
the
way
till
the
time
of
the
union
and
the
original
jews
’
temple
was
here
too
before
they
built
their
synagogue
over
in
Adelaide
road
.
You
were
never
here
before
,
Jack
,
were
you
?
—
No
,
Ned
.
—
He
rode
down
through
Dame
walk
,
the
refined
accent
said
,
if
my
memory
serves
me
.
The
mansion
of
the
Kildares
was
in
Thomas
court
.
—
That
’
s
right
,
Ned
Lambert
said
.
That
’
s
quite
right
,
sir
.
—
If
you
will
be
so
kind
then
,
the
clergyman
said
,
the
next
time
to
allow
me
perhaps
.
.
.
—
Certainly
,
Ned
Lambert
said
.
Bring
the
camera
whenever
you
like
.
I
’
ll
get
those
bags
cleared
away
from
the
windows
.
You
can
take
it
from
here
or
from
here
.
In
the
still
faint
light
he
moved
about
,
tapping
with
his
lath
the
piled
seedbags
and
points
of
vantage
on
the
floor
.
From
a
long
face
a
beard
and
gaze
hung
on
a
chessboard
.
