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Updated: May 20, 2025
His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems history is to blame: on me and on my words, unhating. That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets. Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail. I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I paid my way. Good man, good man. I paid my way.
For the moment, no, Stephen answered. Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox. I knew you couldn't, he said joyously. But one day you must feel it. We are a generous people but we must also be just. I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.
Stephen's embarrassed hand moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure, hollow shells. A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth. Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his hand.
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