In a dark corner of the chapel at the gospel side of the altar a stout old lady knelt amid her copious black skirts. The water of the rivulet was dark with endless drift and mirrored the high-drifting clouds. Mr Casey opened his eyes, sighed and went on: --It was down in Arklow one day. During all the years he had lived among them in Clongowes and in Belvedere he had received only two pandies and, though these had been dealt him in the wrong, he knew that he had often escaped punishment.
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