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Updated: May 25, 2025
"And Hill got you out?" "Yes.... He got me out." "But the Evershams they don't know ?" "No, no, I've told no one. I'm not going to tell anyone. No one knows of it but you and me and Billy Hill." "That's right." He drew another long breath, this time in sharp relief. The color was coming back to his face, splotching it unevenly. "You mustn't tell anyone.
When she finally found a five-cent piece, a tear had wiggle-waggled down her cheek and fell, splotching the back of her glove. Across the aisle the day laborer leaned to her batting at the hen pheasant's tail in her hat, and a cold, alcoholic tear dripping from the corner of his own eye. "Cheer up, my gir-rl," he said, through a beard like old moss "cheer up and be a spor-r-rt!"
Clinging steeply to higher levels and leaning on buttressing walls, lay outspread vineyards and cane fields and gardens. Splotching the whole with imperial and gorgeous purple, hung masses of bougonvillea between trellis and masonry.
Northern rabbits, now splotching white through their seasonal brown, could also be seen moving easily through the tree-ringed meadows, stuffing themselves to soft roundness in preparation for the cold and hungry days ahead. Only the sounds of late-migrating geese disturbed the stillness, passing over but not touching the thousand microcosms below, alone unto themselves.
"Make him give me my money!" wailed Mrs Walker. "Jezebel!" roared the judge, in a passion of rage. "Ca'm's the word, or you'll get 'em started!" whispered the sheriff. The judge looked fearfully around. At his side stood Mahaffy, a yellow pallor splotching his thin cheeks. He seemed to be holding himself there by an effort. "Speak to them, Solomon speak to them you know how I came by the money!
They rose like wild laughter, twined for an instant round some lofty knot, then started off again with yet more sonorous mirth, splotching all the foliage with the merry ebriety of their tendrils. Their pale sun-gilt green set a glow of bacchanalianism about the weather-worn heads of the old orchard giants. Then towards the left were trees less thickly planted.
Just outside of the door was a burner in a red globe, fixed at a stair landing to show the exit in case of fire. This burned all night and it streamed through the transom of Vandover's room, splotching the ceiling with a great square of red light. Vandover was in a torment, overcome now by that same fear with which he had at last become so familiar, the unreasoning terror of something unknown.
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