--O, yes, Lord Tennyson, said Nash. He murmured: --Icommitted sins of impurity, father. It seemed to him a solemn time: and he wondered if that was the time when the fellows in Clongowes wore blue coats with brass buttons and yellow waistcoats and caps of rabbitskin and drank beer like grown-up people and kept greyhounds of their own to course the hares with. There was cold night air in the chapel and the marbles were the colour the sea was at night.
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