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Garvey ain't so enthusiastic. She warms up about as much as a cold storage turkey. You can't feaze Vee, though, when she starts in to be folksy. "I'm just so sorry we've been so long getting over," says she. "And we came near not coming in this time. Didn't we hear music a moment ago. You're not having a dance or or anything, are you?" The Garveys look at each other sort of foolish for a second.
His companion approached with the papers in his hand, unfolding them as he came. Garvey at once took them from him, and after turning over a few pages he stopped and cut out a piece of writing at the bottom of the last sheet but one. Holding it up to him Shorthouse read the words "Joel Garvey" in faded ink. "There! That's my signature," he said, "and I've cut it out.
When Marx presently returned with a plate of steaming eggs and bacon the subject dropped of its own accord. "An inadequate dinner dish," Garvey said, as soon as the man was gone; "but better than nothing, I hope."
Calumet did not appear to notice them. He poured his glass full and lifted it, preparatory to drinking. Before it reached his lips he became aware of a movement among the three men Garvey had left them and was standing beside him. "Have that on me," said Garvey, silkily, to Calumet. Calumet surveyed him with a glance of mild interest.
With his mouth he made a sound like the snarl of an animal. The dish before him was steaming, but the slight vapour rising from it betrayed by its odour that it was not born of a fire of coals. It was the natural heat of flesh warmed by the fires of life only just expelled. The moment the dish rested on the table Garvey pushed away his own plate and drew the other up close under his mouth.
Garvey," he replied, taking them out of the bag, "and I should be very glad if we could transact our business as speedily as possible. If you will cut out your signature I " "One moment, please," interrupted the other. "I must, before we proceed further, consult some papers in my laboratory.
The murderers of poor Garvey, the cow-houghers, the hay-burners, were said to be known.
Quality people everywhar, says Missis Garvey, has feuds. We 'uns ain't quality, but we're buyin' into it as fur as we can. 'Take the money, then, says Missis Garvey, 'and buy Mr. Goree's feud, fa'r and squar'." The squirrel hunter straightened a leg half across the room, drew a roll of bills from his pocket, and threw them on the table. "Thar's two hundred dollars, Mr.
On the other hand, DuBois had shaken off the habits of both the "house nigger" and the "field nigger" in order to adopt the characteristics of a cold intellectual which was more in keeping with the Anglo-Saxon character. Garvey, however, flaunted his blackness wherever he went.
"Wished what?" said Susan, with a sharp impatience that showed how her nerves were unstrung. "That you'd go on go on with the plays with the acting." The violet eyes expressed wonder. "Go on?" she inquired, "Go on?" Then in a tone that made Clélie sob and Garvey's eyes fill she said: "What else is there to live for, now?" "I'm I'm glad for his sake," stammered Garvey.
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