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There hovered in the background a flushed, full-chested and tawnily short-bearded M. Dubreuil, who, as a singer of the heavy order, at the Opera, carried us off into larger things still the Opera having at last about then, after dwelling for years, down town, in shifty tents and tabernacles, set up its own spacious pavilion and reared its head as the Academy of Music: all at the end, or what served for the end, of our very street, where, though it wasn't exactly near and Union Square bristled between, I could yet occasionally gape at the great bills beside the portal, in which M. Dubreuil always so serviceably came in at the bottom of the cast.
General Jack Casement, in charge, came forward to greet Stanley. "And they tell me, general," said Stanley, "you are laying a mile a day." "If you would give us the ties, colonel," returned Casement, short-bearded and energetic, "we should be laying two miles a day." "I have turned the Missouri River country upside down for timber," returned Stanley.
Ordinarily her parties were dull enough; complacent Washington parties; diplomats, long-haired Senators from the West, short-bearded Senators from the East, sleek young men and women, all of whom sat about discussing grave nonsense concerning a country with which they had utterly lost touch, if ever they had had any; but every now and then, out of the incalculable shufflings of fate, appeared a combination that seemed to offer more excitement.
Wharton?" said Wilkins, as Wharton handed him a cup of coffee; "but of coorse you are part of yower duties, I suppose?" While Molloy and Casey were deep in animated discussion of the great meeting of the afternoon he had been sitting silent against the edge of the table a short-bearded sombre figure, ready at any moment to make a grievance, to suspect a slight.
And the clerk's face ? I turn to mark the straight, blue-black hair. The man must be Chinese.... Then come two short-bearded men in careless indigo blue raiment, both of them convulsed with laughter men outside the Rule, who practise, perhaps, some art and then one of the samurai, in cheerful altercation with a blue-robed girl of eight.
In addition to this young man who was so smooth and hard and cheery, a grey, short-bearded gentleman, with misanthropic eyes, called Stroud, came up; together with another man of Shelton's age, with a moustache and a bald patch the size of a crown-piece, who might be seen in the club any night of the year when there was no racing out of reach of London.
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