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The Scaldino: alien, the scaldino, the alien,

The Scaldino: alien, the scaldino, the alien,

McFee, William

Paperback

Fantasy

ISBN10: 1518793630
ISBN13: 9781518793639
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Nov 4 2015
Pages: 230
Weight: 0.51
Height: 0.48 Width: 5.00 Depth: 7.99
Language: English
Long before any of us three had seen him we had become aware of his existence, and our brains were continually busy about him. His appearance, his age, his gait, his history, his voice, even his ultimate destiny, we conjectured over and over again as one by one the evidences of his existence accumulated and developed in our consciousness. It grew to be quite a game with us, this collection of data, and filled in much of our leisure before we became acquainted with many of our neighbours. In the course of a casual conversation, I continued, Miss Fraenkel mentioned to me the fact that letters pass between them. In a way, I suppose, she shouldn't do it. A post-mistress is in a delicate position. And yet why not? One may say without prejudice that a certain man writes to his wife. We might even have assumed it, since we see the postman deliver letters with our own eyes. Miss Fraenkel, however, overstepped the bounds of prudence when she implied something wrong. Her exact words, as far as I can remember, were, 'It is funny he writes from New Y0rk.' Does he? said Bill. So Miss Fraenkel says. So you see, your our unspoken thoughts were justified, to say the least. We may recast Item one and say, A grass widow, undoubtedly Italian, with a husband in New York, twenty miles away. Well, in that case it's no business of ours, said Mac, as he spread the heavy viscid ink upon a new plate. They may have their troubles, but it's pretty clear they don't need our sympathy, do they? No, assented Bill. But what becomes of our inquiry? I protested. My dear Mac, this does credit to your kind heart, but since we are agreed to be honest, let us have the fruits of our honesty. Consider that anyhow we are doing them no harm. You are too gentle. Indeed, I think that we have been stand-offish. Why should not Bill call and--er--leave a card? Me! Call on an Italian? The voice was almost shrill. A neighbourly act, I remarked. And we may find out something. We're a pretty lot, us and our honesty, put in Mac, in some disgust, rubbing his nose with the back of his wrist. My dear friends, I said, I give you my word of honour that is how modern novels are made. If you put an end to espionage the book market would be given over entirely to such works as 'The Automobile and How to Drive It' and 'Jane Austen and Her Circlef Then it's a very shady trade, mean and dishonourable, said Mac. We agreed upon that, you remember, when my novel was refused publication, I said, laughing. Yes, said Bill. But when they accepted it, you got very stuck-up and refused to write any advertisements for a fortnight and said that whoever had written a good book was one of a noble company, and a lot more of it. It depends on the point of view. Of course it does, ma mie. In this case, the honest point of view is the one we must take. We must forget for a moment that we are English lady and gentlemen---- Never! said Bill, firmly, lighting a cigarette.

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