The memory of his childhood suddenly grew dim. He knew me as well as I knew him; and so, in the cold, faint twilight, with a glimmer in the high glass and another on the polish of the oak stair below, we faced each other in our common intensity. Stephen handed him the packet of cigarettes. Her slate-blue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her.
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