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Title: The Miraculous Revenge
Little Blue Book #215
Author: Bernard Shaw
Editor: E. Haldeman-Julius
Release Date: January 11, 2007 [EBook #20336]
Language: English
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LITTLE BLUE BOOK NO. 215
Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius
The Miraculous Revenge
Bernard Shaw
HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY GIRARD, KANSAS
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
THE MIRACULOUS REVENGE
[Illustration: BERNARD SHAW]
THE MIRACULOUS REVENGE
I arrived in Dublin on the evening of the fifth of August, and drove
to the residence of my uncle, the Cardinal Archbishop. He is like most
of my family, deficient in feeling, and consequently averse to me
personally. He lives in a dingy house, with a side-long view of the
portico of his cathedral from the front windows, and of a monster
national school from the back. My uncle maintains no retinue. The
people believe that he is waited upon by angels. When I knocked at the
door, an old woman, his only servant, opened it, and informed me that
her master was then officiating at the cathedral, and that he had
directed her to prepare dinner for me in his absence. An unpleasant
smell of salt fish made me ask her what the dinner consisted of. She
assured me that she had cooked all that could be permitted in his
Holiness's house on Friday. On my asking her further why on Friday,
she replied that Friday was a fast day. I bade her tell His Holiness
that I had hoped to have the pleasure of calling on him shortly, and
drove to the hotel in Sackville-street, where I engaged apartments and
dined.
After dinner I resumed my eternal search--I know not for what: it
drives me to and fro like another Cain. I sought in the streets
without success. I went to the theatre. The music was execrable, the
scenery poor. I had seen the play a month before in London with the
same beautiful artist in the chief par
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