Audio book - Portrait of the Artist, James Joyce
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the girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still gazing out to sea. She seemed to him like one whom magic had changed into the likeness off a strange and beautiful sea bird. A long, slender legs were bare and delicate as a cranes, a slate blue skirt was kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her long, fair hair was girlish and girlish and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty. Her face when she felt his presence on the worship of his eyes, her eyes turned to him without shame or wantonness. Long, long she suffered his gaze, then quietly withdrew her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream, gently starting the water with our foot, either end. The first faint noise of gently moving water broke. The silence faint as the bones of sleep Heavenly God cried Steven Soul in an outburst of profane joy. He turned away from her suddenly and set off across the strand. His cheeks were aflame, his body a glow, his limbs trembling on and on, he went, singing wildly to the sea. Ah, wild Angel had appeared to him. Thie angel of mortal youth and beauty to throw open before him. In an instant of ecstasy, the gates off all the ways ofthe error and glory. He climbed to the crest of a sand hill and gazed about him. Evening had fallen a rim of young moon cleft, the pale waste of sky like the rim of a silver hoop embedded in the sand, and the tide was flowing in fast with a low whisper.