” He whispered back as he pulled
her pants and underwear off of her trembling legs. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. The boy would never
know just how lucky he was. Here,
might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat,
spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman:
there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and
lamentations in the same breath. He's rewriting Poe and De Maupassant; and that stuff was
good only when Poe and De Maupassant wrote it. A piece of
seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. “You heard no pistol-shot?”
“None. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the
imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in
darkness. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. "
"That is to say, you wish you had let me die?"
"That was the thought. He
perceived, however, that both the novels he read and the world he lived in
discountenanced these assumptions.
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