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Villiers had emerged from his restaurant after an excellent dinner of many courses, assisted by an ingratiating little flask of Chianti, and, in that frame of mind which was with him almost chronic, had delayed a moment by the door, peering round in the dimly lighted street in search of those mysterious incidents and persons with which the streets of London teem in every quarter and every hour. VILLIERS HAD EMERGED FROM HIS RESTAURANT AFTER AN EXCELLENT DINNER OF MANY COURSES ASSISTED BY AN INGRATIATING LITTLE FLASK OF CHIANTI AND IN THAT FRAME OF MIND WHICH WAS WITH HIM ALMOST CHRONIC HAD DELAYED A MOMENT BY THE DOOR PEERING ROUND IN THE DIMLY LIGHTED STREET IN SEARCH OF THOSE MYSTERIOUS INCIDENTS AND PERSONS WITH WHICH THE STREETS OF LONDON TEEM IN EVERY QUARTER AND EVERY HOUR
ritten it in his book, he had placed the inscription: Et Diabolus incarnatus est. Et homo factus est. III THE CITY OF RESURRECTIONS “Herbert! Good God! Is it possible?” “Yes, my name’s Herbert. I think I know your face, too, but I don’t remember your name. My memory is very queer.” “Don’t you recollect Villiers of Wadham?” “So it is, so it is. I beg your pardon, Villiers, I didn’t think I was begging of an old college friend. Good-night.” “My dear fellow, this haste is unnecessary. My rooms are close by, but we won’t go there just yet. Suppose we walk up Shaftesbury Avenue a little way? But how in heaven’s name have you come to this pass, Herbert?” “It’s a long story, Villiers, and a strange one too, but you can hear it if you like.” “Come on, then. Take my arm, you don’t seem very strong.” The ill-assorted pair moved slowly up Rupert Street; the one in dirty, evil-looking rags, and the other attired in the regulation uniform of a man about town, trim, glossy, and eminently well-to-do.  CHAPTER THREE OF THE GREAT GOD PAN BY ARTHUR MACKIN THIS LIBER OF OX ACCORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN CHAPTER THREE THE CITY OF RESURRECTIONS HERBERT GOOD GOD IS IT POSSIBLE YES MY NAME'S HERBERT I THINK I KNOW YOUR FACE TOO BUT I DON'T REMEMBER YOUR NAME MY MEMORY IS VERY QUEER DON'T YOU RECOLLECT VILLIERS OF WOTTAM SO IT IS SO IT IS I BEG YOUR PARDON VILLIERS I DIDN'T THINK I WAS BEGGING OF AN OLD COLLEGE FRIEND GOOD NIGHT MY DEAR FELLOW THIS HASTE IS UNNECESSARY MY ROOMS ARE CLOSE BY BUT WE WON'T GO THERE JUST YET SUPPOSE WE WALK UP SHAFTESBURY AVENUE A LITTLE WAY BUT HOW IN HEAVEN'S NAME HAVE YOU COME TO THIS PASS HERBERT IT'S A LONG STORY VILLIERS AND A STRANGE ONE TOO BUT YOU CAN HEAR IT IF YOU LIKE COME ON THEN TAKE MY ARM YOU DON'T SEEM VERY STRONG THE ILL ASSORTED PAIR MOVED SLOWLY UP RUPERT STREET THE ONE IN DIRTY EVIL LOOKING RAGS AND THE OTHER RETIRED IN THE REGULATION UNIFORM OF A MAN ABOUT TOWN TRIM GLOSSY AND EMINENTLY WELL TO DO
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