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fast, and the bubbles rising, ya nitwit!”
    â€œAh! said Tuohy. “I never thought of that.”
    â€œIt has been thought of now,” said the old man. “And perhaps several of you will form a rescue team—”
    â€œIt’s done, your Honor,” said Casey. “Bob, you and Tim dash off and save the pagan deities.”
    â€œYou won’t tell Father Leary?”
    â€œFather Leary my behind. Get!” And Tim and Bob panted off.
    His Lordship turned now to Nolan and Kelly.
    â€œI see that you, too, have brought your rather large picture back.”
    â€œAt least we made it within a hundred yards of the door, sir,” said Kelly. “I suppose you’re wondering why we have returned it, your Honor?”
    â€œWith the gathering in of coincidence upon coincidence,” said the old man, going back in to get his overcoat and putting on his tweed cap so he could stand out in the cold and finish what looked to be a long converse, “yes, I was given to speculate.”
    â€œIt’s me back,” said Kelley. “It gave out not five hundred yards down the main road. The back has been springing out and in for five years now, and me suffering the agonies of Christ. I sneeze and fall to my knees, your Honor.”
    â€œI have suffered the self-same delinquency,” said the old man. “It is as if someone had driven a spike into one’s spine.” The old man touched his back, carefully, remembering, which brought a gasp from all, nodding.
    â€œThe agonies of Christ, as I said,” said Kelly.
    â€œMost understandable then that you could not finish your journey withthat heavy frame,” said the old man, “and most commendable that you were able to struggle back this far with the dreadful weight.”
    Kelly stood taller immediately, as he heard his plight described. He beamed. “It was nothing. And I’d do it again, save for the string of bones above me ass. Begging pardon, your Honor.”
    But already his Lordship had passed his kind if tremulous gray-blue, unfocused gaze toward Blinky Watts who had, under either arm, like a dartful prancer, the two Renoir peach ladies.
    â€œAh, God, there was no trouble with sinking into bogs or knocking my spine out of shape,” said Watts, treading the earth to demonstrate his passage home. “I made it back to the house in ten minutes flat, dashed into the wee cot, and began hanging the pictures on the wall, when my wife came up behind me. Have ya ever had your wife come up behind ya, your Honor, and just stand there mum’s the word?”
    â€œI seem to recall a similar circumstance,” said the old man, trying to remember if he did, then nodding as indeed several memories flashed over his fitful baby mind.
    â€œWell, your Lordship, there is no silence like a woman’s silence, do you agree? And no standing there like a woman’s standing there like a monument out of Stonehenge. The mean temperature dropped in the room so quick I suffered from the polar concussions, as we call it in our house. I did not dare turn to confront the Beast, or the daughter of the Beast, as I call her in deference to her mom. But finally I heard her suck in a great breath and let it out very cool and calm like a Prussian general. ‘That woman is naked as a jay bird,’ and ‘That other woman is raw as the inside of a clam at low tide.’
    â€œâ€˜But,’ said I, ‘these are studies of natural physique by a famous French artist.’
    â€œâ€˜Jesus-come-after-me-French,’ she cried; ‘the-skirts-half-up-to-your-bum-French. The-dress-half-down-to-your-navel-French. And the gulping and smothering they do with their mouths in their dirty novels French, and now you come home and nail ‘French’ on the walls, why don’t you while you’re at it, pull the crucifix down and nail one fat naked lady there? ’
    â€œWell, your Honor, I just shut up my