--Were they, faith? said Mr Casey. The parlour fire would not draw that evening and Mr Dedalus rested the poker against the bars of the grate to attract the flame. Grose's large face showed me, at this, for the first time, the faraway faint glimmer of a consciousness more acute: I somehow made out in it the delayed dawn of an idea I myself had not given her and that was as yet quite obscure to me. Instead, we have drifted, and that drifting has eroded our resources, fractured our economy, and shaken our confidence.
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