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Goulderbilt and isreceived by them as a social equal. Now it is almost gone, I
can hearnothing but the sound of wheels .
And for Gods sake stop picking atyour
chin!
Now it is getting farther off, across the riverfrom the casket factory.
It served only to make more mean and shabby the rustybuildings and the street
before her.
Well, she demanded harshly, what am I going to tellher if she calls
again?
Look here, she said, in a hard and quiet voice, whats wrongwith you? And
she looked at him with a tortured andexasperated glare, saying:Oh, slow, slow,
slow!
He felt like taking her by theshoulders and shaking her. He moistened his
thick lips, and mumbled:Who was it? He had done this very often, and nowthe jug
was two-thirds empty. Shes worth a million of those flossy sluts. My God, youre
the slowest thing thatever lived!
What is it inthem that makes them despise
themselves?
My God, youre the slowest thing thatever lived!
She looked at him
with hard eyes touched with pity and regret. He was silent for a moment, and
just stared at her with his yellow,venous eyes.
I could walk from here to
California in the timeit takes you to get out of bed. The people I really like
are Ollie Gant, and oldman Alec Ramsay, and big Mike Fogarty, and Mr. And then,
a little morequietly, but brusquely, he demanded:All right.
And yet it would
get me nothing; even if I wereMrs. Lady, said Jim, who had as yet taken no part
in the conversation,you SAID it! Why are we all so false, cowardly, cruel, and
disloyal toward oneanother and toward ourselves?
Hes going todie anyway, so
youve got nothing to worry about at all. Why should I apologize or defendmyself
for liking people when no one has accused me?
He had done this very often, and
nowthe jug was two-thirds empty.
Butthe people I really like and feel at home
with are working peopleof Papas kind. Theyre decent enough girls, most ofem,
until they come here and listen to you for a month or two. In a moment, the
night superintendent said quietly:Yes, Ill ask him.
And she looked at him with
a tortured andexasperated glare, saying:Oh, slow, slow, slow!
Its too bad
youvegot to go through all this now, but it wont last for ever. What chance doI
have to get any sleep any more with you acting like a crazy womanhalf the time?
And that is what makes it all the harder now. Good heavens, Ill do anything to
make that poor old manhappier.
Good heavens, Ill do anything to make that poor
old manhappier.
It served only to make more mean and shabby the rustybuildings
and the street before her. Why are we soafraid and ashamed when there is really
nothing to be afraid andashamed of?
No, Helen, McGuire spoke quietly and with a
weary patience.
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