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Chapter 2
Inthevestryaplumpfresh-facedjesuitandanelderlyman,inshabbyblueclothes,weredabblinginacaseofpaintsandchalks.Theboyswhohadbeenpaintedwalkedaboutorstoodstillawkwardly,touchingtheirfacesinagingerlyfashionwiththeirfurtivefingertips.Inthemiddleofthevestryayoungjesuit,whowasthenonavisittothecollege,stoodrockinghimselfrhythmicallyfromthetipsofhistoestohisheelsandbackagain,hishandsthrustwellforwardintohisside-pockets.Hissmallheadsetoffwithglossyredcurlsandhisnewlyshavenfaceagreedwellwiththespotlessdecencyofhissoutaneandwithhisspotlessshoes.
Ashewatchedthisswayingformandtriedtoreadforhimselfthelegendofthepriest’smockingsmiletherecameintoStephen’smemoryasayingwhichhehadheardfromhisfatherbeforehehadbeensenttoClongowes,thatyoucouldalwaystellajesuitbythestyleofhisclothes.Atthesamemomenthethoughthesawalikenessbetweenhisfather’smindandthatofthissmilingwell-dressedpriest:andhewasawareofsomedesecrationofthepriest’sofficeorofthevestryitselfwhosesilencewasnowroutedbyloudtalkandjokinganditsairpungentwiththesmellsofthegas-jetsandthegrease.
Whilehisforeheadwasbeingwrinkledandhisjawspaintedblackandbluebytheelderlyman,helisteneddistractedlytothevoiceoftheplumpyoungjesuitwhichbadehimspeakupandmakehispointsclearly.
