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Chapter 5
A tide began to surge beneatephens friendliness.

    -- try and this life produced me, he said I shall express myself as I am.

    -- try to be one of us, repeated Davin. In  you are an Iris your pride is too powerful.

    -- My ancestors took anotepo subject to pay in my os t for?

    -- For our freedom, said Davin.

    -- No epo you ions from tone to t you sold o t e me to be one of you. Id see you damned first.

    -- tevie, said Davin. Our day , believe me.

    Step,  for an instant.

    -- t in ts I told you of. It erious try ts flung at it to  back from fligalk to me of nationality, language, religion. I sry to fly by ts.

    Davin knocked the ashes from his pipe.

    -- too deep for me, Stevie,  a mans country comes first. Ireland first, Stevie. You can be a poet or a mystic after.

    -- Do you knoep eats her farrow.

    Davin rose from  to in a moment  ly disputing wo players wch of four was

    arranged, Cranly insisting,   it rebound to ruck it strongly and sly too its thud:

    -- Your soul!

    Stepood ill to rise. to come away. Lynch obeyed, saying:

    -- Let us eke go, as Cranly .

    Step t.

    t ter  t of teps ted and Stepook a packet of cigarettes from  and offered it to his companion.

    -- I know you are poor, he said.

    -- Damn your yellow insolence, answered Lynch.

    ture made Stephen smile again.

    -- It  day for European culture, o swear in yellow.

    t ttes and turned to t.
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