Two boys were standing in the shelter of a doorway, smoking, and before he reached them he had recognised Heron by his voice. I felt a sick swim at the drop of my victory and all the return of my battle, so that the wildness of my veritable leap only served as a great betrayal. His ears were listening to these distant echoes amid the silence of the parlour when he became aware that the priest was addressing him in a different voice. As the fellows in number one were undistinguished dullards, Stephen and Heron had been during the year the virtual heads of the school.
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