ut toe. It so find in ter race of isrous reveries came to oo of mere o s, rous images, and alless and sickened of over him.
-- Ay, bedad! And ten you, Stepime dotle Jack Mountain and Bob Dyas and Maurice Moriarty, tom OGrady and Mick Lacy t I told you of t and poor little good-ed Joantiles.
trees along tir and eam of cricketers passed, agile young men in flannels and blazers, one of t-bag. In a quiet bystreet a German band of five players in faded uniforms and tered brass instruments o an audience of street arabs and leisurely messenger boys. A maid in a ering a box of plants on a sill o ter scale rising into treble.
Step ening to stories tered and dead revellers w sickness sig.
ion in Belvedere, a free boy, a leader afraid of y, proud and sensitive and suspicious, battling against t t of ters cut in tained ared upon ile enttle in greter and foul to s sickness climbed to for a moment he closed his eyes and walked on in darkness.
ill hers voice--
-- for yourself, Stepever you do, to mix lemen. ell you I enjoyed myself. I mixed felloor, anot player, anotell a good story and so on. e kept t of life and eit lemen, Step least I Irisoo. ts t you to associate kidney. Im talking to you as a friend, Step believe a son sreat you as your grandfatreated me day me smoking. I anding at terrace one day say a op even. But t day, Sunday, for a ogetook out kno. - Of course I tried to carry it off as best I could. - If you a good smoke, ry one of tain made me a present of t nigown.
Stepo a laug a sob.
-- man in Cork at t time, by God o stand to look after reet.
and opened breaking-suddenly on turned to a fantastic . erpret tters of trous y. Noto an eced cries o no earto ted by s, and repeated sloo himself:
-- I am Stepy. Our room is in toria el. Victoria and Stepeporia. Names.
tried to call forts vivid moments but could not. e, Parnell, Clane, Clongotle boy aug ten slim jim out of cap a