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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Oh!" he whispered to himself as he paused for an instant where the moon shone clearest on the landing; and looked down on her "Oh! if my poor Lavvie could only see little Mary now." They laid her, still asleep, on the bed, and covered her over lightly with a shawl then went down stairs again to wait for Mrs. Peckover. The clown's wife came in half an hour, as she had promised.
The truth is, that the clown's absurd story, with the still more ridiculous application, made me sick at heart a second time. It was not because I thought my illustrious friend was the Devil, or that I took a fool's idle tale as a counterbalance to Divine revelation that had assured me of my justification in the sight of God before the existence of time.
There they are, the horse between us, and all the doltish, staring faces round about; and their two dull and stupid faces; and as their eyes meet that sudden look upon their foolish faces, as of irradiation out of heaven, that would make a clown's face beautiful and cause the hardest heart to twist. But it doesn't cause mine to twist. That's the odd thing.
"Oh! do tell it," cried Emma earnestly; "he's just been telling it to me, and it is so sad and interesting." "Come, let's hear about it, lad," said Mr Tippet. Thus encouraged, Willie related his adventure with the clown's family, and told his tale with such genuine feeling, that Miss Tippet, Loo, and Emma found their eyes moist when he had concluded.
Even the Castello del'Ovo down on the shore line, comparatively near at hand, loomed up but a denser mass of indigo-gray amid the all obtaining grayness. The tall multi-coloured, many-shuttered houses fronting the quays restaurants, cafés, money-changers' bureaux, ships' chandlers, and slopshops looked tawdry and degraded as a clown's painted face seen by daylight.
Even the tones of the doctor's voice rang clear. As these thoughts crowded in, one after another, her brain reeled, her eyes became dim. Missing her footing she sank back in the mud, steadied herself against a tree, brushing the damp hair out of her eyes and staggered on, her gaze fixed upon the swaying pack ahead of her fastened to the Clown's shoulders.
Now and then she could see Margaret, her ankles incased in rough woollen socks showing above the tops of the Clown's brogans. Margaret followed Holcomb when it was possible, and the two often walked abreast talking low and earnestly. Twice Alice was about to call her maid. The fatigue was telling terribly on this woman accustomed to luxury.
"Don't mind that," said the monkey, making a spring at the chandelier and swinging from it by his tail until Jane Gladys feared he would knock all the globes off; "the same artist has made my ears as big as that clown's and everyone knows a monkey hasn't any ears to speak of much less to draw." "He should be prosecuted," remarked the clown, gloomily. "I haven't any back."
Here I watched the birds for augury. Aengus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see. The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Did you see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril.
"Oh, ain't he jest grand!" cried Jim, his eyes shining with delight. "He suah is a gay fellow all right," said Mandy. Liza Ann reached up and pulled one of the Clown's strings. Quickly his legs jiggled and he cut some funny capers. "Oh, my! Dat suah is scrumptious!" laughed the little colored girl. "Oh, Mammy, jest let us play with him a little while!" begged Jim.
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