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Updated: June 27, 2025
As soon as the line-girls left the over-the-sidewalk runway, the idlers moved on down the street to take in the next spot's free outdoor lure show. Boswellister leaned against the wall and watched the barker wipe his sweat-soaked forehead. He felt kinship with the man in his failure. The manager came out and talked to the barker for a moment.
All day long this motley, colorful crowd surges through the narrow streets, their voices, speaking in a score of tongues, raising a din like that of Bedlam; the smells of unwashed bodies, human perspiration, strong tobacco, rum, hashish, whiskey, arrack, goat's cheese, garlic, cheap perfumery and sweat-soaked leather combining in a stench which rises to high Heaven.
The "Y" man, who had been roaming among the bathers, his neat uniform and well- polished boots and puttees contrasting strangely with the mud- clotted, sweat-soaked clothing of the men about him, sat down on the grass beside Andrews. "You're goddam right I do." "You'll get into trouble, my boy, if you talk that way," said the "Y" man in a cautious voice.
Molly advanced to where Banion's horse stood, nodding and pawing restively as was his wont. She stroked his nose, patted his sweat-soaked neck. "What a pretty horse you have, major," she said. "What's his name?" "I call him Pronto," smiled Banion. "That means sudden." "He fits the name. May I ride him?" "What? You ride him?" "Yes, surely. I'd love to. I can ride anything.
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