Incongruously, he wore a pair of round... Incongruously, he wore a pair of round silver-rimmed glasses which gave him at first glance a studious or, at least, a methodical appearanceAs he dealt his fingers seemed to relish the teasing contact of the cardsHe was daydreaming about liquor, feeling rather sad because with all the money he had now, he couldn't even buy a pint"You know," he laughed easily, "with all the goddam drinkin' Ah've done, Ah still can't remember the taste of it unless Ah got the bottle right with me He reflected for a moment, holding an undealt card in his hand, and then chuckled"It's just like lovin'When a man's got it jus' as nice and steady as he wants it, well, then he never can remember what it's like without itAnd when he ain't got it, they ain't nothin' harder than for him to keep in mind what a pussy feels likeThey was a gal Ah had once on the end of town, wife of a friend of mine, and she had one of the meanest rolls a man could
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For once Wilson's hand was poor, and after staying a round because he was the heavy winner, he dropped outWhen the campaign was over, he told himself, he was going to drum up some way of making liquorThere was a mess sergeant over in Charley Company who must have made two thousand of them pounds the way he sold a quart for five poundsAll a man needed was sugar and yeast and some of them cans of peaches or apricotsIn anticipation he felt a warm mellow glow in his chestWhy, you could even make it with lessCousin Ed, he remembered, had used molasses and
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For a moment, though, Wilson was dejectedIf he was going to fix himself any, he would have to steal all the makings from the mess tent some night, and he'd have to find a place to hide it for a couple of daysAnd then he'd need a good little nook where he could leave the mashIt couldn't be too near the bivouac or anybody might be stumbling onto it, and yet it shouldn't be too far if a man wanted to siphon off a little in a hurry
There was just gonna be a lot of problems to it, unless he waited till the campaign was over and they were in permanent bivouacBut that was gonna take too longIt might even be three or four monthsWilson began to feel restlessThere was just too much figgering a man had to do if he wanted to get anything for himself in the ArmyGallagher had folded early in that hand too, and was looking at Wilson with resentmentIt took somebody like that dumb cracker to
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chanel ceramic watches bitterness changed into rage, constricted in his throat, and came out in a passage of dull throbbing profanity"All right, all right," he said, "how about giving the goddam cards a breakLet's stop shuffling the fuggers and start playing He spoke with the flat ugly "a" and withered "r" of the Boston Irish, and Levy looked up at him, and mimicked, "All right, I'll give the caaads a break, and staaart playing
"Pretty fuggin funny," Gallagher muttered half to himselfHe was a short man with a bunched wiry body that gave the impression of being gnarled and sourHis face, in character with this, was small and ugly, pocked with the scars of a severe acne which had left his skin lumpy, spotted with swatches of purple-redPerhaps it was the color of his face, or it might have been the shape of his long Irish nose, which slanted resentfully to the side, but he always looked wrothYet, he was only twenty-four
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