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"Hotel St. James... Ecoutez donc, mon vieux!" He clacked his whip with an awakening to life. "Allez!" he shouted to his bag of bones. Our arrival at the Hotel St. James was a sensation, not without alarm. I believe the concierge and his wife believed the Germans had come when they heard the outrageous noise of our horse's hoofs thundering into the awful silence of their courtyard.
"Pooh, pooh," said the Count, "you can always clink glasses with us. And now, Abbe, isn't this little wine droll? Come, here's to the Pope's better health, since he's unwell!" Santobono at one gulp emptied his glass and clacked his tongue. With gentle, paternal care he had deposited his basket on the ground beside him: and, taking off his hat, he drew a long breath.
Presently, without the formality of bell or whistle, the launch clacked away from the landing and stood up the wide, muddy river. The river itself was monotonous and depressing. It was perhaps half a mile wide, with flat, willowed mud banks on one side and low shelves of stratified limestone on the other. Trading-points lay at ten- or fifteen-mile intervals along the great waterway.
The loneliness of the scene embraced the trading-points, the river, and the little gasolene launch struggling against the muddy current. It permeated the passengers, and was a finishing touch to Peter Siner's melancholy. The launch clacked on and on interminably. Sometimes it seemed to make no headway at all against the heavy, silty current.
Even then I could not tear myself away from the enclosure; I listened to the strange, drowsy note of the male bird, the fainter responses of the female, the thin plaints of the chicks, huddling under her breast; I heard their flipper-like, embryotic wings beating sleepily as the birds stretched and yawned their beaks and clacked them, preparing for slumber.
The servant lifted a face stamped with terror, a couple of feet below Ralph's. "They they say " "What is it?" "They say that the King's archers are about my Lord Essex's house." Ralph drew a swift breath. "Well?" "And that my Lord was arrested at the Council to-day." Ralph turned, and in three steps was in his room again. The key clacked in the lock.
The air stirred strongly, and away in an unseen field a reaper clacked and rattled through ripening wheat while the driver whistled. An uneasy mare whickered to her colt, the colt answered, and the light began to decline. Miles away a rooster crowed for twilight, and dusk was coming down. Then a catbird and a brown thrush sang against a grosbeak and a hermit thrush.
Suddenly the music grew fainter, as if drawing away, and the dancers, their feet together and limbs half opened, descended in a slow spiral, with gentle undulations, until they touched the floor; the instant their callipygian charms grazed the mosaic, they recoiled like suddenly awakened serpents, and the castanets clacked and the timbrel beat louder, accompanied by the howls of the musicians who animated them with lascivious words and exclamations of supreme abandon.
"They'n shifted the horse-block, an' thrown the two shippons into one, an' tiled the wash-house roof." Mrs. Rigby clacked her tongue, and her daughter stared. "How did ye know about the horse-block?" she inquired, "an' how did ye guess the shippons was throwed into one? Did our Will tell you about the place?" He paused a moment, and then laughed. "Often and often.
Without any special knowledge of art one can, by remembering the early date of these frescoes, realize what excitement they must have caused in the studios and how tongues must have clacked in the Old Market. We have but to send our thoughts to the Spanish chapel at S. Maria Novella to realize the technical advance.
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