Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 11
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Hemockedmewiththesenselessrefraininanear-janglingfalsetto.WithoutdoubtIhadbawledthenonsenseoutonmywaytobed.
“Youhaveagoodmemory,”Icommenteddrily,asIessayedamomenttodrapemyshoulderswiththenewsablecloakereItossedittoPonstoputaside.Heshookhisheadsourly.
“Noneedofmemorywhenyouroareditoverandoverforthethousandthtimetillhalftheinnwasa-knockatthedoortospityouforthesleep-killeryouwere.AndwhenIhadyoudecentlyinthebed,didyounotcallmetoyouandcommand,ifthedevilcalled,totellhimmyladyslept?Anddidyounotcallmebackagain,and,withagriponmyarmthatleavesitbruisedandblackthisday,commandme,asIlovedlife,fatmeat,andthewarmfire,tocallyounotofthemorningsaveforonething?”
“Whichwas?”Iprompted,unableforthelifeofmetoguesswhatIcouldhavesaid.
“Whichwastheheartofone,ablackbuzzard,yousaid,bynameMartinelli—whoeverhemaybe—fortheheartofMartinellismokingonagoldplatter.Theplattermustbegold,yousaid;andyousaidImustcallyoubysinging,‘Singcucu,singcucu,singcucu.’Whereatyoubegantoteachmehowtosing,‘Singcucu,singcucu,singcucu.
