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"
I
never
saw
her
either
,
"
went
on
Keogh
;
"
but
they
say
she
's
got
all
the
ladies
of
mythology
,
sculpture
,
and
fiction
reduced
to
chromos
.
They
say
she
can
look
at
a
man
once
,
and
he
'll
turn
monkey
and
climb
trees
to
pick
cocoanuts
for
her
.
Think
of
that
president
man
with
Lord
knows
how
many
hundreds
of
thousands
of
dollars
in
one
hand
,
and
this
muslin
siren
in
the
other
,
galloping
down
hill
on
a
sympathetic
mule
amid
songbirds
and
flowers
!
And
here
is
Billy
Keogh
,
because
he
is
virtuous
,
condemned
to
the
unprofitable
swindle
of
slandering
the
faces
of
missing
links
on
tin
for
an
honest
living
!
'
Tis
an
injustice
of
nature
.
"
"
Cheer
up
,
"
said
Goodwin
.
"
You
are
a
pretty
poor
fox
to
be
envying
a
gander
.
Maybe
the
enchanting
Guilbert
will
take
a
fancy
to
you
and
your
tintypes
after
we
impoverish
her
royal
escort
.
"
"
She
could
do
worse
,
"
reflected
Keogh
;
"
but
she
wo
n't
.
'
Tis
not
a
tintype
gallery
,
but
the
gallery
of
the
gods
that
she
's
fitted
to
adorn
.
She
's
a
very
wicked
lady
,
and
the
president
man
is
in
luck
.
But
I
hear
Clancy
swearing
in
the
back
room
for
having
to
do
all
the
work
.
"
And
Keogh
plunged
for
the
rear
of
the
"
gallery
,
"
whistling
gaily
in
a
spontaneous
way
that
belied
his
recent
sigh
over
the
questionable
good
luck
of
the
flying
president
.
Goodwin
turned
from
the
main
street
into
a
much
narrower
one
that
intersected
it
at
a
right
angle
.
These
side
streets
were
covered
by
a
growth
of
thick
,
rank
grass
,
which
was
kept
to
a
navigable
shortness
by
the
machetes
of
the
police
.
Stone
sidewalks
,
little
more
than
a
ledge
in
width
,
ran
along
the
base
of
the
mean
and
monotonous
adobe
houses
.
At
the
outskirts
of
the
village
these
streets
dwindled
to
nothing
;
and
here
were
set
the
palm-thatched
huts
of
the
Caribs
and
the
poorer
natives
,
and
the
shabby
cabins
of
negroes
from
Jamaica
and
the
West
India
islands
.
A
few
structures
raised
their
heads
above
the
red-tiled
roofs
of
the
one-story
houses
--
the
bell
tower
of
the
Calaboza
,
the
Hotel
de
los
Estranjeros
,
the
residence
of
the
Vesuvius
Fruit
Company
's
agent
,
the
store
and
residence
of
Bernard
Brannigan
,
a
ruined
cathedral
in
which
Columbus
had
once
set
foot
,
and
,
most
imposing
of
all
,
the
Casa
Morena
--
the
summer
"
White
House
"
of
the
President
of
Anchuria
.
On
the
principal
street
running
along
the
beach
--
the
Broadway
of
Coralio
--
were
the
larger
stores
,
the
government
bodega
and
post-office
,
the
cuartel
,
the
rum-shops
and
the
market
place
.
On
his
way
Goodwin
passed
the
house
of
Bernard
Brannigan
.
It
was
a
modern
wooden
building
,
two
stories
in
height
.
The
ground
floor
was
occupied
by
Brannigan
's
store
,
the
upper
one
contained
the
living
apartments
.
A
wide
cool
porch
ran
around
the
house
half
way
up
its
outer
walls
.
A
handsome
,
vivacious
girl
neatly
dressed
in
flowing
white
leaned
over
the
railing
and
smiled
down
upon
Goodwin
.
She
was
no
darker
than
many
an
Andalusian
of
high
descent
;
and
she
sparkled
and
glowed
like
a
tropical
moonlight
.
"
Good
evening
,
Miss
Paula
,
"
said
Goodwin
,
taking
off
his
hat
,
with
his
ready
smile
.
There
was
little
difference
in
his
manner
whether
he
addressed
women
or
men
.
Everybody
in
Coralio
liked
to
receive
the
salutation
of
the
big
American
.
"
Is
there
any
news
,
Mr
