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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Yes, that's true, but you won't pay off your debts by tramping the streets, and your little cafe at Benhur will be a long time building, I fancy. Meanwhile there is money to be made at the Penny-farthing Shop." "What are your terms?" asked Gregorio, roughly. The woman laughed, but did not answer. The stars were shining, and the kempsin that had blown all day was dead.
As he walked back toward the Penny-farthing Shop he felt angry and unsatisfied. The whole day was wasted. He had done nothing to relieve his wife, nothing to pay off Amos. Madam met him at the door, a flask of wine in her hand. Against his will Gregorio entered her cafe and smiled, but his smile was sour and malevolent. "You want cheering, my friend," said madam, laughing.
Then he ran swiftly downstairs, and Xantippe, as she lay down wearily beside her boy, heard a woman laugh. The Penny-farthing Shop was full of customers, and Madam Marx, the fat woman who followed Gregorio to the bar, was for a long time busy attending to her clients.
Xantippe leaned out of the window and saw them. When the Penny-farthing Shop began to fill Gregorio disappeared quietly by the back door. He muttered a half-unintelligible answer to the men who were playing cards in the dim parlour through which he had to pass, who called to him to join them.
He looked over my shoulder for a few pages and said to himself drearily: "Now, how in the world did I come to write such damned good stuff as that?" Then to me: "Take it and keep it. Write one of your penny-farthing yarns about its birth. Perhaps perhaps the whole business may have been ordained to that end."
He had grown used to the facts and could look at them easily enough, but he had not reckoned on others also learning them. He determined to go out and find work, or at any rate to tramp the streets pretending to look for something to do. The woman became intolerable to him, and the Penny-farthing Shop, reeking with the odour of stale tobacco and spilled liquor, poisoned him.
Well, who would want to live in Ireland with its penny-farthing politics! London for him! London and a sense of bigness, of wide ideas and the constant interplay of many minds! He would talk to his father about Gilbert's proposal. There would be all sorts of subjects to discuss with him, that and the question of an allowance and the question of a career....
Then leaving the dead side by side, the four men dashed through the house seeking fresh victims. Ten minutes later they were in the street again, dripping with the blood of women and men, for in their fury they had killed every human being in the house. Down the narrow native streets they pushed on quickly, hugging the shadows, toward the Penny-farthing Shop.
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