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The Green Mouse

Chapter 3 THE IDLER

Word Count: 1062    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

n in the Ditch and His

tions or his social position. Everybody knew he had gone to smash; everybody, he very soon discovered, was naturally afraid of being bothered by h

o had aided him when he needed no aid, nor those who owed their comfortable position to

with coal money, steel money, copper money, wheat money, stockyard money--types that galloped for Fifth Avenue to buil

fessional services of a magician it would give me pleasure

gned h

Park and took his seat on the bench by the bridle path. Sometimes he saw her cantering past; she always acknowledged his salute, but never drew bridle. At times, too, he passed her in the hall; her colorless "Good morning"

us small pensioners to feed, white rabbits with foolish pink eyes, canary birds, cats, albino mice, goldfish, and other collaborateurs in his profession. He was obliged to bribe t

t tried it on anybody except the janitor; and when he had begun by discovering several red-eyed rabbits in the janitor's pockets

the street, perhaps as a white-wing. There must be no faltering now, no bungling, no mistakes, no amateurish hesitation. It is the empty-headed who most strenuously demand intelligence in others. One yawn from such an audience meant his professional damnation--he knew that; every second must

orrow to Seabright. He knew who his hostess was--a large lady lately emerged from a corner in lard, dragging with her some assorted relatives of atrophied i

a bunch of silver hoops, tossed them up separately so that they descended linked in a glittering chain, looped them and

nd dwindled to the size of a small, fluffy kitten, then vanished entirely, leaving in his hand a tiny white mouse. This mouse he tossed into the air, where it became

was filled with canary birds; "that's all very well, but suppose I should slip up

gan a gentle massage that stimulated her purring, apparently at the expense of her color and size, for in a few moments she also dwindled until she became a very small, coal-black kit

ittens back in their box, caught the blackbird and caged it, and was carefully winding u

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