And he remembered an evening when he had dismounted from a borrowed creaking bicycle to pray to God in a wood near Malahide. But she did not answer the question and said: --I thought it was Josephine. Just then my father came up. The gipsy-like student looked about him and addressed the onlookers in an indistinct bleating voice.
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