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Jasper colored, but kept his temper. Aggie, however, spoke up indignantly. "Mr. McCutcheon's car was a very fine racer when it was built." "De mortuis nil nisi bonum," remarked Mr. Ellis, and getting up said good-night. Jasper sat on the steps and watched him disappear. Then he turned to Tish.
His uninteresting nose appeared to turn up at the constant odor of cookery in which it dwelt; his hair was plastered down over his forehead in a gorgeous abandoned curve such as some of the least sophisticated of Mr. John T. McCutcheon's gentlemen affect. Mr. Magee stared round the room and smiled. Was the romance of reality never to resemble the romance of his dreams?
Once again Max spoke softly, with the softness that broke so alluringly across the reckless independence of look and gesture. A sudden consciousness of this fascination a sudden annoyance with himself that he should yield to it touched Blake. "I can't go with you to Montmartre," he said, abruptly. "It's McCutcheon's last day in Paris, and I promised to give him the afternoon." "Who?
In his voice was a suppressed fervor akin to some harsh or cruel emotion; and to Blake, watching and listening, there floated the hot echo of stories in which Russians had acted strange parts with a resolve, a callousness incomprehensible to other races. "When you talk like that, boy, I could almost go back to that first night, and adopt McCutcheon's theory.
So both armies fell back toward Salonika on a line between Kilindir and Doiran railroad-station, and all the places we visited a week before were occupied by the enemy. At Gravec a Bulgarian is pointing at the wicked ones who are being driven into the flames and saying: "The Allies," and at Strumnitza station in the mess-hall Bulgar officers are framing John McCutcheon's sketches.
While they were being sorted, a poor little tramp song-bird flew in through the open window of the Charities Building in great haste, apparently in search of Mrs. McCutcheon's room. Its feathers were ruffled and its bangs awry, as if it had not had time to make its morning toilet, it had come in such haste to see if it would do.
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