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Chapter 6
—Murderyou!helaughed.
HarshgargoylefacethatwarredagainstmeoverourmessofhashoflightsinrueSaint-André-des-Arts.Inwordsofwordsforwords,palabras.OisinwithPatrick.FaunmanhemetinClamartwoods,brandishingawinebottle.C’estvendredisaint!MurtheringIrish.Hisimage,wandering,hemet.Imine.Imetafooli’theforest.
—MrLyster,anattendantsaidfromthedoorajar.
—...inwhicheveryonecanfindhisown.SoMrJusticeMaddeninhisDiaryofMasterWilliamSilencehasfoundthehuntingterms...Yes?Whatisit?
—There’sagentlemanhere,sir,theattendantsaid,comingforwardandofferingacard.FromtheFreeman.HewantstoseethefilesoftheKilkennyPeopleforlastyear.
—Certainly,certainly,certainly.Isthegentleman?...
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—Ishe?...O,there!
Briskinagalliardhewasoff,out.Inthedaylitcorridorhetalkedwithvolublepainsofzeal,indutybound,mostfair,mostkind,mosthonestbroadbrim.
—Thisgentleman?Freeman’sJournal?KilkennyPeople?Tobesure.Goodday,sir.Kilkenny...Wehavecertainly...
Apatientsilhouettewaited,listening.
—Alltheleadingprovincial...NorthernWhig,CorkExaminer,EnniscorthyGuardian,1903...Willyouplease?...Evans,conductthisgentleman...Ifyoujustfollowtheatten...Or,pleaseallowme...Thisway...Please,sir...
Voluble,dutiful,heledthewaytoalltheprovincialpapers,abowingdarkfigurefollowinghishastyheels.
Thedoorclosed.
—Thesheeny!BuckMulligancried.