1 Stephen knelt down quickly pressing his beaten hands to his sides.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 2 Stephen knelt at his side respecting, though he did not share, his piety.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 3 He waited till all in the chapel had knelt and every least noise was still.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 Fleming moved heavily out of his place and knelt between the two last benches.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 It was not like the smell of the old peasants who knelt at the back of the chapel at Sunday mass.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 He closed the door and, walking swiftly to the bed, knelt beside it and covered his face with his hands.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 They sat together in class, knelt together in the chapel, talked together after beads over their lunches.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 8 The board on which he knelt was narrow and worn and those who knelt near him were humble followers of Jesus.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 The priest rose and, turning towards the altar, knelt upon the step before the tabernacle in the fallen gloom.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 In a dark corner of the chapel at the gospel side of the altar a stout old lady knelt amid her copious black skirts.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 11 He approached timidly and knelt at the last bench in the body, thankful for the peace and silence and fragrant shadow of the church.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 12 He bowed his head upon his hands, bidding his heart be meek and humble that he might be like those who knelt beside him and his prayer as acceptable as theirs.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 He rolled his stockings off and put on his nightshirt quickly and knelt trembling at his bedside and repeated his prayers quickly, fearing that the gas would go down.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 14 While he prayed he knelt on his red handkerchief and read above his breath from a thumb blackened prayer book wherein catchwords were printed at the foot of every page.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 15 And he saw Dante in a maroon velvet dress and with a green velvet mantle hanging from her shoulders walking proudly and silently past the people who knelt by the water's edge.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 16 Fleming knelt down, squeezing his hands under his armpits, his face contorted with pain; but Stephen knew how hard his hands were because Fleming was always rubbing rosin into them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 17 Before he heard again the footboard of the housedoor trail over the threshold as it opened to let him in, before he saw again the table in the kitchen set for supper he would have knelt and confessed.
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