He stood still in deference to their calls and parried their banter with easy words. I caught him, yes, I held him-- it may be imagined with what a passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. --Is that called a tundish in Ireland? asked the dean. Then it was--with the very act of its announcing itself-- that her identity flared up in a change of posture.
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