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A Little Cloud
Perhapsitwouldbebettertoinserthismother’snamebeforethesurname:ThomasMaloneChandler,orbetterstill:T.MaloneChandler.HewouldspeaktoGallaheraboutit.
Hepursuedhisreverysoardentlythathepassedhisstreetandhadtoturnback.AshecamenearCorless’shisformeragitationbegantoovermasterhimandhehaltedbeforethedoorinindecision.Finallyheopenedthedoorandentered.
Thelightandnoiseofthebarheldhimatthedoorwaysforafewmoments.Helookedabouthim,buthissightwasconfusedbytheshiningofmanyredandgreenwine-glassesThebarseemedtohimtobefullofpeopleandhefeltthatthepeoplewereobservinghimcuriously.Heglancedquicklytorightandleft(frowningslightlytomakehiserrandappearserious),butwhenhissightclearedalittlehesawthatnobodyhadturnedtolookathim:andthere,sureenough,wasIgnatiusGallaherleaningwithhisbackagainstthecounterandhisfeetplantedfarapart.
“Hallo,Tommy,oldhero,hereyouare!Whatisittobe?Whatwillyouhave?I’mtakingwhisky:betterstuffthanwegetacrossthewater.Soda?Lithia?Nomineral?I’mthesameSpoilstheflavour....Here,garcon,bringustwohalvesofmaltwhisky,likeagoodfellow....
