Короли и капуста
“Fox-in-the-Morning”
ThinkofthatpresidentmanwithLordknowshowmanyhundredsofthousandsofdollarsinonehand,andthismuslinsirenintheother,gallopingdownhillonasympatheticmuleamidsongbirdsandflowers!AndhereisBillyKeogh,becauseheisvirtuous,condemnedtotheunprofitableswindleofslanderingthefacesofmissinglinksontinforanhonestliving!’Tisaninjusticeofnature."
"Cheerup,"saidGoodwin."Youareaprettypoorfoxtobeenvyingagander.MaybetheenchantingGuilbertwilltakeafancytoyouandyourtintypesafterweimpoverishherroyalescort."
"Shecoulddoworse,"reflectedKeogh;"butshewon’t.’Tisnotatintypegallery,butthegalleryofthegodsthatshe’sfittedtoadorn.She’saverywickedlady,andthepresidentmanisinluck.ButIhearClancyswearinginthebackroomforhavingtodoallthework."AndKeoghplungedfortherearofthe"gallery,"whistlinggailyinaspontaneouswaythatbeliedhisrecentsighoverthequestionablegoodluckoftheflyingpresident.
Goodwinturnedfromthemainstreetintoamuchnarroweronethatintersecteditatarightangle.
Thesesidestreetswerecoveredbyagrowthofthick,rankgrass,whichwaskepttoanavigableshortnessbythemachetesofthepolice.Stonesidewalks,littlemorethanaledgeinwidth,ranalongthebaseofthemeanandmonotonousadobehouses.
