Улисс
Chapter 7
Itwasacharmingday.
ThelychgateofafieldshowedFatherConmeebreadthsofcabbages,curtseyingtohimwithampleunderleaves.Theskyshowedhimaflockofsmallwhitecloudsgoingslowlydownthewind.Moutonner,theFrenchsaid.Ajustandhomelyword.
FatherConmee,readinghisoffice,watchedaflockofmuttoningcloudsoverRathcoffey.HisthinsockedanklesweretickledbythestubbleofClongowesfield.Hewalkedthere,readingintheevening,andheardthecriesoftheboys’linesattheirplay,youngcriesinthequietevening.Hewastheirrector:hisreignwasmild.
FatherConmeedrewoffhisglovesandtookhisrededgedbreviaryout.Anivorybookmarktoldhimthepage.
Nones.Heshouldhavereadthatbeforelunch.ButladyMaxwellhadcome.
FatherConmeereadinsecretPaterandAveandcrossedhisbreast.Deusinadiutorium.
Hewalkedcalmlyandreadmutelythenones,walkingandreadingtillhecametoResinBeatiimmaculati:Principiumverborumtuorumveritas:ineternumomniaiudiciaiustitiætuæ.
Aflushedyoungmancamefromagapofahedgeandafterhimcameayoungwomanwithwildnoddingdaisiesinherhand.Theyoungmanraisedhiscapabruptly:theyoungwomanabruptlybentandwithslowcaredetachedfromherlightskirtaclingingtwig.
FatherConmeeblessedbothgravelyandturnedathinpageofhisbreviary.Sin:Principespersecutisuntmegratis:etaverbistuisformidavitcormeum.
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CornyKelleherclosedhislongdaybookandglancedwithhisdroopingeyeatapinecoffinlidsentriedinacorner.
