At the head of a grimy stairway crowded with greyfaced for-eign men and women in faded greylooking clothes, they found an office noisy with talk and click of typewriters. He felt terrible and how was he going to write Del now; and his board to pay, and a job to get and these damn treatments to take. He mulled this over, then swallowed the rest of his Scotch at agulp. Then you take Route 68, the old County Road, across CastleView, through Motton (where downtown consists of a
Well,I'll let you go, Siddy told me after a few more pleasantries--he neversays goodbye or so long when he's on the phone, it's always well, I'llletyou go, as if he's been holding you hostage. The hides in the forward hold stank when they unbattened the hatches. I can't do for youno more. I know all this isbeyond my power to change, but I scream at him anyway, try to change itanyway.
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