The old negrosnaked his whip gently across the
sleek trotting rumps, growlingsoftly.
Milton, thou shouldst be livingat this
hour.
Just the man I was looking for, said Brother
Smallwood.
When he turned around, his sallow face had gone
white andpassionate. Hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thounever wert. They called
forstronger music, louder wine.
As Eugene watched, the old fatality of place
returned.
They dodged nimbly across the narrow street, amid
the thickeningafternoon traffic. When I stepped ashore on her dear old soil that
time, I justcouldnt help myself.
Not where he eats, but where he is
eaten.
Because, said George Graves, you get to know all
the people whoare worth a damn. Milton, thou shouldst be livingat this
hour.
Then he walked half-way down and entered the
waiting-roomof Dr. Thefate of civilization is hanging in the balance. The tell-tale
cover of The New Republic peekedfrom his pocket.
They went away and joined the Frencharmy. Pudge
Carr, the politicians son, laughed hilariously. It is not growing like a tree, in
bulk doth make manbetter be. Because he could not leave them, save by the inch, they
moved offseveral yards to the curb. Hebeat the air with a convulsive arm, and sank
his fingers in histhroat.
Those Germans are too damn good for them, thats
all.