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The
best
plan
clearly
being
to
clear
out
,
the
remainder
being
plain
sailing
,
he
beckoned
,
while
prudently
pocketing
the
photo
,
to
the
keeper
of
the
shanty
who
didn
’
t
seem
to
.
—
Yes
,
that
’
s
the
best
,
he
assured
Stephen
to
whom
for
the
matter
of
that
Brazen
Head
or
him
or
anywhere
else
was
all
more
or
less
.
All
kinds
of
Utopian
plans
were
flashing
through
his
(
B
’
s
)
busy
brain
,
education
(
the
genuine
article
)
,
literature
,
journalism
,
prize
titbits
,
up
to
date
billing
,
concert
tours
in
English
watering
resorts
packed
with
hydros
and
seaside
theatres
,
turning
money
away
,
duets
in
Italian
with
the
accent
perfectly
true
to
nature
and
a
quantity
of
other
things
,
no
necessity
,
of
course
,
to
tell
the
world
and
his
wife
from
the
housetops
about
it
,
and
a
slice
of
luck
.
An
opening
was
all
was
wanted
.
Because
he
more
than
suspected
he
had
his
father
’
s
voice
to
bank
his
hopes
on
which
it
was
quite
on
the
cards
he
had
so
it
would
be
just
as
well
,
by
the
way
no
harm
,
to
trail
the
conversation
in
the
direction
of
that
particular
red
herring
just
to
.
The
cabby
read
out
of
the
paper
he
had
got
hold
of
that
the
former
viceroy
,
earl
Cadogan
,
had
presided
at
the
cabdrivers
’
association
dinner
in
London
somewhere
.
Silence
with
a
yawn
or
two
accompanied
this
thrilling
announcement
.
Then
the
old
specimen
in
the
corner
who
appeared
to
have
some
spark
of
vitality
left
read
out
that
sir
Anthony
MacDonnell
had
left
Euston
for
the
chief
secretary
’
s
lodge
or
words
to
that
effect
.
To
which
absorbing
piece
of
intelligence
echo
answered
why
.
—
Give
us
a
squint
at
that
literature
,
grandfather
,
the
ancient
mariner
put
in
,
manifesting
some
natural
impatience
.
—
And
welcome
,
answered
the
elderly
party
thus
addressed
.
The
sailor
lugged
out
from
a
case
he
had
a
pair
of
greenish
goggles
which
he
very
slowly
hooked
over
his
nose
and
both
ears
.
—
Are
you
bad
in
the
eyes
?
the
sympathetic
personage
like
the
townclerk
queried
.
—
Why
,
answered
the
seafarer
with
the
tartan
beard
,
who
seemingly
was
a
bit
of
a
literary
cove
in
his
own
small
way
,
staring
out
of
seagreen
portholes
as
you
might
well
describe
them
as
,
I
uses
goggles
reading
.
Sand
in
the
Red
Sea
done
that
.
One
time
I
could
read
a
book
in
the
dark
,
manner
of
speaking
.
The
Arabian
Nights
Entertainment
was
my
favourite
and
Red
as
a
Rose
is
She
.
Hereupon
he
pawed
the
journal
open
and
pored
upon
Lord
only
knows
what
,
found
drowned
or
the
exploits
of
King
Willow
,
Iremonger
having
made
a
hundred
and
something
second
wicket
not
out
for
Notts
,
during
which
time
(
completely
regardless
of
Ire
)
the
keeper
was
intensely
occupied
loosening
an
apparently
new
or
secondhand
boot
which
manifestly
pinched
him
as
he
muttered
against
whoever
it
was
sold
it
,
all
of
them
who
were
sufficiently
awake
enough
to
be
picked
out
by
their
facial
expressions
,
that
is
to
say
,
either
simply
looking
on
glumly
or
passing
a
trivial
remark
.
