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The man said with a tone of impatience.
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`` McLish '', he said as he kicked the horse into motion, `` I'd be a mighty sad man if we never met again ''.
I clapped the big man with the bleached hair on his shoulder and said heartily, hoping it would make an impression on the women: `` This one is the maku Frayne.
The girl took a couple of steps toward the man in shorts when Benson, in that barefoot courtliness Ramey could never decide was real, said, `` You don't want to go around there, Ma'am ''.
The patrolman said to no one in particular as he pushed between the fat man in the baseball cap and a young boy in levis.
`` You know '', the lawyer said, `` it's difficult to talk like this about a man who can't answer back ''.
`` I should, of course '', he said, `` like any other man, be honored and gratified should the Democrats see fit to nominate me.
Mando, pleading her cause, must have said that Dr. Brown was the most distinguished physician in the United States of America, for our man poured out his symptoms and drew a madly waving line indicating the irregularity of his pulse.
This man, Tom said, had the play shut up in his desk, I believe, and when Tom sat down, he pulled it out and apologetically told Tom that they wouldn't be able to use it.
The man, Tom said, explained that it was not only too long and detailed but that as it stood it wasn't the sort of thing the public wanted.
He said he was a friend of Heywood Broun who had run a free employment bureau for several months during the depression, but the generous Broun to whom I wrote did not know his name and I somehow conceived the morbid notion that the man in question was prowling round the house.
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As he lowered himself on the chair behind his desk I wondered what this dapper, slightly ridiculous man could possibly have to do with the workings of the hall.
The eyes always held Hague, eyes of a dead man, lidless as a lizard's, with the fixed intensity of a cobra.
The seventh man was Red Hogan, a wiry little puncher with a wild streak and a liking for hell-raising.
The big man with the whitened hair murmured something: his words sounded as if they were in the Manu tongue, which I recognized, having studied the dialect in my Anthropology 6, class at the University of Chicago.
A few minutes later the insurance man, a road checker, drove up in the gray coupe with license plates on it from a far-away state.
The man seemed to sink a little as Ramey brought the tire iron down on his shoulder and it seemed that the blonde head was turning as he hit the man again, with his fist.
He was a huge young man of twenty-four, clothed in muscle, immensely strong, with a habitual gentleness and diffidence of manner that was submerged under his present agitation.
A wave of flame rippling through their cave had reached Nagamo, his friend, and with a shriek the man bolted through the entrance, then slowed to the jerky walk of a puppet, his uniform blazing.
The white girl with the penetrating green eyes sipped the lemonade handed to her by a handsome man of about 30, who had coppery skin and beetling eyebrows.
Then they were tumbling again, and the big man reached into the same pocket he had gone for earlier, and came up with a vicious switchblade.
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