It was the hour for sums. He prayed it too against the dark outside under the trees. --I may not have his talent, said Stephen quietly. He was alone at the side of the balcony, looking out of jaded eyes at the culture of Dublin In the stalls and at the tawdry scene-cloths and human dolls framed by the garish lamps of the stage.
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