Temple turned back to Stephen and asked: --Do you believe in the law of heredity? --Are you drunk or what are you or what are you trying to say? asked Cranly, facing round on him with an expression of wonder. I remember closing my eyes an instant, yieldingly, consciously, as before the excess of something beautiful that shone out of the blue of her own. The tiny flame which the priest's allusion had kindled upon Stephen's cheek had sunk down again and his eyes were still fixed calmly on the colourless sky. But he had not died then.
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