2017-04-18 21:28:40 UTC
[Children at play]
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.
James Joyce, Dubliners (Araby)
"we left our shadow and walked up to Mangan's steps"
"to Mangan's steps": in sync with Mangan, right?