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Then there were others whom no one but the police of the city could have placed. There were Chinamen and Lascars. There were square-headed Germans, and the Dagos from Italy and other Latin countries. There were niggers, too, which was a tribute to the generosity of Mallard's hospitality. Those at the tables were mostly drinking and gambling.
Chummy was pardoned when they separated at night for his reiterated allusions to the temptation of poor Ambrose Mallard's conclusive little weapon lying on the library table within reach of a man's arm-chair: in its case, and the case locked, yes, but easily opened, 'provoking every damnable sort of mortal curiosity! The soundest men among us have their fits of the blues, Fleetwood was told.
Judging by her own impulses, she attributed to Cecily a strong desire for Mallard's sustaining companionship; and on the artist's side, she judged all but inevitable, under such circumstances, a revival of that passion she had read in his face long ago. Her ingenuity of self-torment went so far as to interpret Mallard's behaviour to herself in a dishonourable sense.
At once she indicated the Delphic, but without speaking. "Mine too." Both fixed their eyes upon the figure, and were silent. "You have been here very often?" were Mallard's next words. "Last year very often." "From genuine love of it, or a sense of duty?" he asked, examining her face. She considered before replying. "Not only from a sense of duty, though of course I have felt that.
When, growing tired of their carriage, the Callenders and Mandeville walked, and Kincaid unexpectedly joined them, fairyland was the only name he could find for it, and Anna, in response, could find none at all. Mallard's, Zimmerman's, Clark's, Levois's, Laroussini's, Moody's, Hyde & Goodrich's, and even old Piffet's were all aglow. One cannot recount half.
Others again are made of the green Part of the Skin of a Mallard's Head, which they sew perfectly well together, their Thread being either the Sinews of a Deer divided very small, or Silk-Grass. When these are finish'd, they look very finely, though they must needs be very troublesome to make.
"Mallard's news; he's the biggest figure in the news that there is to-day in this country." "That's the same foolish argument that the average newspaper man would make," said Quinlan scornfully. "Mallard is news because the newspapers make news of him and for no other reason. Let them quit, and he isn't news any more he's a nonentity, he's nothing at all, he's null and he's void.
The barman looked faintly disappointed, but he didn't lose his obsequiousness. "Oh, that's quite a way from here, sir about the closest would be Mallard's, over on Fourteenth Street and Upper Drive. A mile, at least." The Guesser scowled. He was in the wrong section of town, all right. "But I'd be honored to serve you, sir," the barman hurried on.
Mallard, rising, looked at Miriam with a singular smile; then talked a little longer, and, with a promise to come again, soon took his leave. "Don't disappoint us," said Cecily to Miriam, in the most natural tone. "It was only that I felt we were making Mr. Mallard's visit very short," answered Miriam, constrained by shame. "He detests ceremony.
It soothed him during his march to and away from Ambrose Mallard's grave; where it seemed to him curious and even pitiable that Chumley Potts should be so inconsolably shaken. Well, and if the priests have the secret of strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity, why not go to the priests, Chummy?
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