Портрет художника в юності

Chapter 1

           Thenhesmiledandsaid:

           O,well,itwasamistake;IamsureFatherDolandidnotknow.

           ButItoldhimIbrokethem,sir,andhepandiedme.

           Didyoutellhimthatyouhadwrittenhomeforanewpair?therectorasked.

           No,sir.

           Owellthen,saidtherector,FatherDolandidnotunderstand.YoucansaythatIexcuseyoufromyourlessonsforafewdays.

           Stephensaidquicklyforfearhistremblingwouldpreventhim:

           Yes,sir,butFatherDolansaidhewillcomeintomorrowtopandymeagainforit.

           Verywell,therectorsaid,itisamistakeandIshallspeaktoFatherDolanmyself.Willthatdonow?

           Stephenfeltthetearswettinghiseyesandmurmured:

           Oyessir,thanks.

           TherectorheldhishandacrossthesideofthedeskwheretheskullwasandStephen,placinghishandinitforamoment,feltacoolmoistpalm.

           Gooddaynow,saidtherector,withdrawinghishandandbowing.

           Goodday,sir,saidStephen.

           Hebowedandwalkedquietlyoutoftheroom,closingthedoorscarefullyandslowly.

           Butwhenhehadpassedtheoldservantonthelandingandwasagaininthelownarrowdarkcorridorhebegantowalkfasterandfaster.Fasterandfasterhehurriedonthroughthegloomexcitedly.

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