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IF I WERE KING IBD

JUSTIN HUNTLY MCCARTHY
1ST WORLD LIBRARY - LITERARY S
02 / 2006
9781421800639
Anglès

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In the dark main room of the Fircone Tavern the warm June air seemed to have lost all its delicacy, like a degraded angel. It was sodden through and through, as with the lees of wine, it was stained and shamed with the smells of hams and cheeses, it was thick and heavy as if with the breaths of all the rogues and all the vagabonds that had haunted the hostelry from its evil dawn. Such guttering lights and glimmering flames as lit the place - for there was a small fire on the wide hearth in spite of the fine weather - peopled the gloom with fantastic quivering shadows as of lean fingers that unfolded themselves to filch, or clenched themselves to stab in the back. But its patrons seemed to like the place well enough in spite of its miasma, and Master Robin Turgis, the fat landlord, drowsy with his own wine and dripping from the heat, surveyed them complacently, and wallowed as it were in the rattle and clink of mug and can, the full-throated laughter and the shrill chatter, crisply emphasized by oaths, which assured him of the Fircone?s popularity with its intimates. Master Robin?s intelligence was limited, his wit was simple, the processes of his mind moved easily along the lines of least resistance.

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