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A Little Cloud

           

           “O,comeon,anotheronewon’tdoyouanyharm.Whatisit?Thesameagain,Isuppose?”

           “Well...allright.”

           “Francois,thesameagain....Willyousmoke,Tommy?”

           IgnatiusGallaherproducedhiscigar-case.Thetwofriendslittheircigarsandpuffedattheminsilenceuntiltheirdrinkswereserved.

           “I’lltellyoumyopinion,”saidIgnatiusGallaher,emergingaftersometimefromthecloudsofsmokeinwhichhehadtakenrefuge,“it’sarumworld.Talkofimmorality!I’veheardofcaseswhatamIsaying?I’veknownthem:casesof...immorality....

           IgnatiusGallaherpuffedthoughtfullyathiscigarandthen,inacalmhistorian’stone,heproceededtosketchforhisfriendsomepicturesofthecorruptionwhichwasrifeabroad.HesummarisedthevicesofmanycapitalsandseemedinclinedtoawardthepalmtoBerlin.Somethingshecouldnotvouchfor(hisfriendshadtoldhim),butofothershehadhadpersonalexperience.Hesparedneitherranknorcaste.HerevealedmanyofthesecretsofreligioushousesontheContinentanddescribedsomeofthepracticeswhichwerefashionableinhighsocietyandendedbytelling,withdetails,astoryaboutanEnglishduchessastorywhichheknewtobetrue.LittleChandlerasastonished.

           “Ah,well,”saidIgnatiusGallaher,“hereweareinoldjog-alongDublinwherenothingisknownofsuchthings.

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