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"
His
eyes
was
pretty
shiny
,
"
she
confessed
;
"
and
he
didn
’
t
have
no
collar
,
though
he
went
away
with
one
.
But
mebbe
he
didn
’
t
have
more
’
n
a
couple
of
glasses
.
"
"
He
couldn
’
t
stand
up
straight
,
"
asserted
her
husband
.
"
I
watched
him
.
He
couldn
’
t
walk
across
the
floor
without
stumblin
’
.
You
heard
’
m
yourself
almost
fall
down
in
the
hall
.
"
"
I
think
it
was
over
Alice
’
s
cart
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
couldn
’
t
see
it
in
the
dark
.
"
Mr
.
Higginbotham
’
s
voice
and
wrath
began
to
rise
.
All
day
he
effaced
himself
in
the
store
,
reserving
for
the
evening
,
with
his
family
,
the
privilege
of
being
himself
.
"
I
tell
you
that
precious
brother
of
yours
was
drunk
.
"
His
voice
was
cold
,
sharp
,
and
final
,
his
lips
stamping
the
enunciation
of
each
word
like
the
die
of
a
machine
.
His
wife
sighed
and
remained
silent
.
She
was
a
large
,
stout
woman
,
always
dressed
slatternly
and
always
tired
from
the
burdens
of
her
flesh
,
her
work
,
and
her
husband
.
"
He
’
s
got
it
in
him
,
I
tell
you
,
from
his
father
,
"
Mr
.
Higginbotham
went
on
accusingly
.
"
An
’
he
’
ll
croak
in
the
gutter
the
same
way
.
You
know
that
.
"
She
nodded
,
sighed
,
and
went
on
stitching
.
They
were
agreed
that
Martin
had
come
home
drunk
.
They
did
not
have
it
in
their
souls
to
know
beauty
,
or
they
would
have
known
that
those
shining
eyes
and
that
glowing
face
betokened
youth
’
s
first
vision
of
love
.
"
Settin
’
a
fine
example
to
the
children
,
"
Mr
.
Higginbotham
snorted
,
suddenly
,
in
the
silence
for
which
his
wife
was
responsible
and
which
he
resented
.
Sometimes
he
almost
wished
she
would
oppose
him
more
.
"
If
he
does
it
again
,
he
’
s
got
to
get
out
.
Understand
!
I
won
’
t
put
up
with
his
shinanigan
—
debotchin
’
innocent
children
with
his
boozing
.
"
Mr
.
Higginbotham
liked
the
word
,
which
was
a
new
one
in
his
vocabulary
,
recently
gleaned
from
a
newspaper
column
.
"
That
’
s
what
it
is
,
debotchin
’
—
there
ain
’
t
no
other
name
for
it
.
"
Still
his
wife
sighed
,
shook
her
head
sorrowfully
,
and
stitched
on
.
Mr
.
Higginbotham
resumed
the
newspaper
.
