I consider myself as good as any one, she said,
with dignity. You neednt think Im going to payyou for wasting your
time.
The girl went to the penitentiary for two years. To
this land of employment and this method of exploitation Eugenewas now
initiated.
It became increasingly difficult forher to find any
one at all who would work for her.
If hedoesnt want to stay up there, I cant help it.
You had better watch out, shehinted darkly, a day of reckoning cometh. Both Ben and
Eugene were by nature aristocrats.
Eliza loved thecommotion of law, the smell and
tension of the courts. Idont notice any of your fine brothers or their wives coming
to seeyou.
Hell make his mark, said all the men
intown.
Why, hes strong as a little bull, isnt he? And the
noble surge of Onward,Christian Soldiers. He said he only had alittle bronchial
trouble. Her face worked with a bitter hurt smile. By God, Ill pay forit, if you
dont want to spend the money. Its GOOD soup, said she,touched with her great earthy
burlesque. Nom, said the negress sullenly, slatting flatfootedly down
thekitchen.
Eugene developed akeen appetite for it: innocently
he called it Jew Bread and askedfor more.
The boy cleared his throat timidly: Mister, do you
want to buy acopy of The Saturday Evening Post? She pursed her lips several times:
Its a good buy, she said.
Later, he went into one of the little rooms with
his class. He coughed gently behind his white handand ate bread fried in battered
egg and butter.
The boy cleared his throat timidly: Mister, do you
want to buy acopy of The Saturday Evening Post?
He was now in a class composed entirely of boys.
Pride goeth before a fall, she said after a moment.
You have fallen so low not even your ownbrothers
will come near you. You have fallen so low not even your ownbrothers will come near
you.
Later, he went into one of the little rooms with
his class.
And it was as the smiling hustler that he wanted to
be known. I dont know what you mean, she said angrily.
But Eliza did not allow this often: he wasriven
into her flesh.
Moreover,her reputation for bickering pettiness
spread through the lengthand breadth of Niggertown.
And Eliza, looking toward thetown, said: Theyll put
a street behind there some day.
You know, he ought to have oneevery month or
so.
You neednt think Im going to payyou for wasting
your time.
Why, hes strong as a little bull, isnt
he?
Why, hes strong as a little bull, isnt
he?
He loathed the work with a deadly, aninexplicable
loathing. Its GOOD soup, said she,touched with her great earthy burlesque.