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—
Because
you
don
’
t
save
,
Mr
Deasy
said
,
pointing
his
finger
.
You
don
’
t
know
yet
what
money
is
.
Money
is
power
.
When
you
have
lived
as
long
as
I
have
.
I
know
,
I
know
.
If
youth
but
knew
.
But
what
does
Shakespeare
say
?
Put
but
money
in
thy
purse
.
—
Iago
,
Stephen
murmured
.
He
lifted
his
gaze
from
the
idle
shells
to
the
old
man
’
s
stare
.
—
He
knew
what
money
was
,
Mr
Deasy
said
.
He
made
money
.
A
poet
,
yes
,
but
an
Englishman
too
.
Do
you
know
what
is
the
pride
of
the
English
?
Do
you
know
what
is
the
proudest
word
you
will
ever
hear
from
an
Englishman
’
s
mouth
?
The
seas
’
ruler
.
His
seacold
eyes
looked
on
the
empty
bay
:
it
seems
history
is
to
blame
:
on
me
and
on
my
words
,
unhating
.
—
That
on
his
empire
,
Stephen
said
,
the
sun
never
sets
.
—
Ba
!
Mr
Deasy
cried
.
That
’
s
not
English
.
A
French
Celt
said
that
.
He
tapped
his
savingsbox
against
his
thumbnail
.
—
I
will
tell
you
,
he
said
solemnly
,
what
is
his
proudest
boast
.
I
paid
my
way
.
Good
man
,
good
man
.
—
I
paid
my
way
.
I
never
borrowed
a
shilling
in
my
life
.
Can
you
feel
that
?
I
owe
nothing
.
Can
you
?
