The veiled autumnal evenings led him from street to street as they had led him years before along the quiet avenues of Blackrock. But he could not: and so he longed for the play and study and prayers to be over and to be in bed. It was like a train going in and out of tunnels and that was like the noise of the boys eating in the refectory when you opened and closed the flaps of the ears. He, the fallen great one, could not bear to think that man, a being of clay, should possess the inheritance which he by his sin had forfeited for ever.
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