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A picaresque novel about the adventures of a 19th-century circus, from the embittered post-Civil War South to the glittering and decadent capitals and courts of Europe. From the bestselling author of Aztec and The Journeyer.
"bitten." The Quakemaker let the bull-pup cannon—because this was its last performance ever—roll back and forth over him so many times that he was almost too sore to do his new trick, but do it he did. He let Pepper, then Paprika, climb up him and stand erect, one on either shoulder. Then the Simms triplets, not quite so gracefully, climbed up him and up the women, to stand three abreast on the women's shoulders—all the females leaning sideways from their linked hands—making a three-high fan of
it. You look much handsomer when you are not smiling." "Confound it, woman! People are always telling me that. Do I have to go around glooming like Job, just so I won't cause comment?" "Oh, I can tell when you're happy, Zachary, whatever face you wear. When we first met, you told me I could do the smiling for both of us, for the rest of our lives. And I can, too, because I am the luckiest woman in the world." 4 "I can scarcely believe our good fortune!" crowed Florian, when he met the train,
niches were cut at regular intervals to accommodate marble nude statues of every god and goddess known to antiquity; past a dell in which stood the ivy-overgrown stonework of what might have been the remains of a Roman temple: all crumbling arches and broken pillars. "How old must that ruin be?" Daphne asked, in admiring awe. "Less than a hundred years, actually," said Florian. "Only a folly. The landscape architect built it already ruined, artificially ancient." The driveway debouched into a
of public pursuits. After the performance, that agent professed himself to be an admirer of those male performers, and requested autographed mementos. Later, I was present in person at the Prefecture de Paris when those several pictures and signatures were put through the wonderful appareil Casilli, and thereby telegraphed to all the countries your circus has toured. Lo and behold... ah, yes, here they are." He abstracted two papers from the pile he had been rummaging in and laid them on the
hypocrite. I shall go out and gauge the mood of the populace." He paused and looked around at his gathered chiefs. "But, in the meantime, there is nothing to impede our resuming rehearsals and preparations for commencing to perform again. Paris will want—nay, she will need some recourse to recreation when this long nightmare is finally over. To celebrate the deliverance of the city, to salve the wounds of fratricidal strife, to ease the people back to normality. Yes! We shall reopen on the very