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With the sudden energy of a man who is reckless of fate he seized his goblet, poured into it at least a shilling's worth of "creaming foam," drained it to the dregs and, shaking back his matted hair with a leonine movement of the head, exclaimed, "Malkiel the First, who founded the Almanac, lay perdew all his life."
How could she do it, sir?" "I don't know, I'm sure," gasped the Prophet. "Nor I, sir, nor I," continued Malkiel, with unabated fervour. "And it's the same with Capricornus. My boy shall not be thrown in with prophets. Did Malkiel the First start the Almanac for that?
The dread, by which he was now companioned of Malkiel, of that portentous and unseen lady who dwelt beside the secret waters of the Mouse, of those imagined offshoots of the prophetic tree, Corona and Capricornus this would drop away.
The Prophet felt that if he listened to another remark of such a nature his brain would snap and he would instantly be taken with a tearing fit of hysterics. He therefore turned round and slowly ascended to the first floor. "Kindly step into the drawing-room," he said, having first, by a rapid glance, assured himself that Malkiel was not changing Mr. Ferdinand's trousers there. "I will send Mrs.
"It's the thing!" whispered the Prophet. "What thing?" inquired Madame, who had become rather pale. "The dark thing that told me the Crab was dressed. It has come again." "My word!" ejaculated Madame, looking uneasily around. "Where is it?" Just then Malkiel the Second's feet once more began to tremble among the plate of Mrs. Merillia. "You hear it!" said the Prophet, much impressed.
I should know Mr. Ferdinand's trouserings among a thousand." Malkiel the Second realised that emotion probably rendered his face unrecognisable. But at least his legs spoke for him. That was something, and he continued, with an attempt at ease and boldness, "Right! I have returned to change them." "Yes, sir. Mr. Ferdinand has retired to bed, sir." "Don't wake him. I can just leave them for him."
"I have never received a rampant elephant and a swarm of bees," cried Mr. Sagittarius with every symptom of unbridled terror. "Help, Frederick Smith!" "Right you are, Malkiel the Second!" cried the young librarian, hastily pocketing the half sovereign and making a feverish lunge at nothing in particular over the counter. "Right you are!" "Malkiel the Second!" ejaculated the Prophet.
"I don't know about in my own mind," rejoined the young librarian, drawing a tweed cap from some hidden recess beneath the counter. "But if you only want two bottles I expect there'll be ten bob over." The Prophet turned as pale as ashes and had some difficulty in sustaining himself to the parlour, where he and Malkiel the Second sat down in silence to await the young librarian's return.
"Swear!" Mechanically indeed almost like a British working man the Prophet swore. Malkiel drained his tumbler, and drew on the dogskin glove which, in the agitation of a previous moment, he had thrown aside. "I have your card, sir, here is mine. I shall now take the train to the River Mouse, on whose banks I shall confer at once with Madame.
"What do you say to that?" "Is it is it really a better profession than that of prophecy?" asked the Prophet, rather nervously. Malkiel smiled mournfully. "Sir, it may not be more lucrative, but it is more select. Madame will not mix with prophets, but she has a 'day, sir, on the banks of the Mouse, and she has gathered around her a very pleasant and select little circle." "Indeed." "Yes, sir.
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