ve before
ers.
A soft liquid joy like ters flo peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above ters, of oceanic silence, of sers.
A soft liquid joy flo long voe ce peal, and soft lo t in ting birds and in t like a bird from a turret, quietly and sly.
Symbol of departure or of loneliness? t of tional tre. t of jaded eyes at ture of Dublin In talls and at taage. A burly policeman sed be every moment about to act. tcalls and s round ttered felloudents.
-- A libel on Ireland!
-- Made in Germany.
-- Blasphemy!
-- e never sold our faith!
-- No Iris!
-- e no amateur ats.
-- e no budding budds.
A sudden s tric lamps curned into t, up taircase and passed in turnstile.
Cranly ting over near tionaries. A t tispiece, lay before . of a confessor to tudent and t at table closed ablet ood up.
Cranly gazed after udent on in a softer voice:
-- Pao kings fourth.
-- e ter go, Dixon, said Stepo complain.
Dixon folded ty, saying:
-- Our men retired in good order.
-- ittle, added Steping to titlepage of Cranlys book on he Ox.
As tables Stephen said:
-- Cranly, I to speak to you.
Cranly did not ansurn. er and passed out, sounding flatly on taircase ly at Dixon repeated:
-- Pao kings bloody fourth.
-- Put it t way if you like, Dixon said.
toneless voice and urbane manners and on a finger of moments a signet ring.
As tature came toiny o smile o murmur. those of a monkey.
-- Good evening, gentlemen, said tubble-grown monkeyish face.
-- arm airs.
Dixon smiled and turned s le pleasure and its voice purred:
-- Deligful.
-- tairs, captain, tired of ing, Dixon said.
Cranly smiled and said kindly:
-- tain er Scott. Isnt t so, captain?
-- are you reading noain? Dixon asked. tt, tes someter can toucer Scott.
ly in time to often over his sad