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           No,no,heobviouslywasn’tanEnglishman:thewrongsortofflattish,palefaceandbearing;andthewrongsortofgrievance.Hehadagrudgeandagrievance:thatwasobvioustoanytrue-bornEnglishgentleman,whowouldscorntoletsuchathingappearblatantinhisowndemeanour.PoorMichaelishadbeenmuchkicked,sothathehadaslightlytail-between-the-legslookevennow.Hehadpushedhiswaybysheerinstinctandsheerereffronteryontothestageandtothefrontofit,withhisplays.Hehadcaughtthepublic.Andhehadthoughtthekickingdayswereover.Alas,theyweren’t...Theyneverwouldbe.Forhe,inasense,askedtobekicked.Hepinedtobewherehedidn’tbelong...amongtheEnglishupperclasses.Andhowtheyenjoyedthevariouskickstheygotathim!Andhowhehatedthem!

           Neverthelesshetravelledwithhismanservantandhisveryneatcar,thisDublinmongrel.

           TherewassomethingabouthimthatConnieliked.Hedidn’tputonairstohimself,hehadnoillusionsabouthimself.HetalkedtoCliffordsensibly,briefly,practically,aboutallthethingsCliffordwantedtoknow.Hedidn’texpandorlethimselfgo.HeknewhehadbeenaskeddowntoWragbytobemadeuseof,andlikeanold,shrewd,almostindifferentbusinessman,orbig-businessman,helethimselfbeaskedquestions,andheansweredwithaslittlewasteoffeelingaspossible.

           ’Money!’hesaid.’Moneyisasortofinstinct.It’sasortofpropertyofnatureinamantomakemoney.It’snothingyoudo.It’snotrickyouplay.