It was all thick slabs of slate and water trickled all day out of tiny pinholes and there was a queer smell of stale water there. Moynihan whispered from behind: --Good old Fresh Water Martin! --Ask him, Stephen whispered back with weary humour, if he wants a subject for electrocution. Stephen took his place silently on the step below the group of students, heedless of the rain which fell fast, turning his eyes towards her from time to time. --I am waiting for your answer, said MacCann briefly.
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