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1 Sometimes a fever gathered within him and led him to rove alone in the evening along the quiet avenue.
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2 He became the ally of a boy named Aubrey Mills and founded with him a gang of adventurers in the avenue.
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3 The veiled autumnal evenings led him from street to street as they had led him years before along the quiet avenues of Blackrock.
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4 And they would carry the coffin out of the chapel slowly and he would be buried in the little graveyard of the community off the main avenue of limes.
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5 They had walked on towards the township of Pembroke and now, as they went on slowly along the avenues, the trees and the scattered lights in the villas soothed their minds.
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6 When all had been safely stowed the vans had set off noisily down the avenue: and from the window of the railway carriage, in which he had sat with his red-eyed mother, Stephen had seen them lumbering along the Merrion Road.
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7 The rain-laden trees of the avenue evoked in him, as always, memories of the girls and women in the plays of Gerhart Hauptmann; and the memory of their pale sorrows and the fragrance falling from the wet branches mingled in a mood of quiet joy.
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8 He drove their echoes even out of his heart with an execration; but, as he walked down the avenue and felt the grey morning light falling about him through the dripping trees and smelt the strange wild smell of the wet leaves and bark, his soul was loosed of her miseries.
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9 The figure of his old master, so strangely re-arisen, brought back to Stephen's mind his life at Clongowes: the wide playgrounds, swarming with boys; the square ditch; the little cemetery off the main avenue of limes where he had dreamed of being buried; the firelight on the wall of the infirmary where he lay sick; the sorrowful face of Brother Michael.
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