He remembered the summer evening he had been there to be dressed as boatbearer, the evening of the Procession to the little altar in the wood. But is it that makes you go? --I have to go, Stephen answered. And he knew I had not--I found myself at the end of an instant magnificently aware of this. Twelve, thirteen: for two came wheeling down from the upper sky.
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