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When the short days of winter came dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners.When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre.The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns.The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.Our shouts echoed in the silent street.The career of our play brought us through the dark muddy lanes behind the houses where we ran the gauntlet of the rough tribes from the cottages,to the back doors of the dark dripping gardens where odours arosefrom the ashpits,to the dark odorous stables where a coachman smoothed and combed the horse or shook music from the buckled harness.When we returned to the street,light from the kitchen windows had filled the areas.If my uncle was seen turning the corner,we hid in the shadow until we had seen him safely housed.Or if Mangan's sister came out on the doorstep to call her brother in to his tea,we watched her from our shadow peer up and down the street.We waited to see whether she would remain or go in and,if she remained,we left our shadow and walked up to Mangan's steps resignedly.She was waiting for us,her figure defined by the light from the half-opened door.Her brother always teased her before he obeyed,and I stood by the railings looking at her.Her dress swung as she moved her body,and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side.