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The following morning, Monday, was cloudless after the mist had cleared. It was one of those January days, not uncommon in an English winter, when there seems already to be the lift of spring. When Stephen took a stroll round the cathedral precincts, not wanting to be far from his own house, and at the same time trying to cheat expectations (if he were not present, then good news could have arrived), bells clanged indifferently into the warmish sunlight.
Back in his room, he tried to do some work. More than tried, for thoughts came to mind as indifferently, as naturally, as the noise of bells. One of the equations he had constructed appeared to make some sort of sense.