Secondly, they all had tight thin little mouths,... Secondly, they all had tight thin little mouths, a personal prejudice of his, and third, worst of all, none of them for even an instant had ever doubted anything they had ever said or done
Several people had at one time or another made it a point to tell Hearn that he liked men only in the abstract and never in the particular, a cliché of course, an oversimplification, but not without casual truthHe despised the six field officers at the adjacent table because no matter how much they might hate kikes, niggers, Russians, limeys, micks, they loved one another, tampered gleefully with each other's wives at home, got drunk together without worrying about dropping their guard, went joyously through their income-bracket equivalents of shooting up a whorehouse on Saturday nightBy their very existence they had warped the finest minds, the most brilliant talents of Hearn's generation into
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And the heat by now had banked itself in the tent, was almost licking at his bodyThe mutter, the clatter of tinware against tinware rasped like a file against his brainA mess orderly scurried by, putting a bowl of canned peaches on each of the tables
"You take that fellow Conn mentioned a famous labor leader"Now, I know for a fact, by God --" his red nose wagging mulishly behind his point -- "that he's got a nigger woman for a mistress"Jesus, think of that
"I've heard on good authority that he's even had a couple of tan little bastards off of her, but that I ain't going to vouch forAll I can tell you is that all the time he's pushing through these bills to make the nigger a King Jesus, he's doin' it for good reasonThat woman is
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Hearn heard the sharp cold accents of his own speech coming out of his chest"Colonel, how do you know all that?" Beneath the table his legs were weak with anger
Conn turned to Hearn in surprise, stared at him across the six feet separating their chairs, the perspiration tatted lavishly in big droplets on his red pocked noseHe was doubtful for a moment, uncertain whether the question was friendly or not, obviously bothered by the minor breach of discipline involved"What do you mean, how do I know, Hearn?" he asked
Hearn paused, trying to keep it within boundsHe was aware abruptly that most of the officers in the tent were staring at them"I don't think you know too much about it, Colonel
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"I don't see how you know so much about it, Colonel Conn," Hearn said againThe thing was taking the form he had dreadedAnother exchange or two and he would have his choice of crawfishing or taking his punishment
His earlier question was answeredWhen Conn was caught, he only pushed it a little further"You can shut your mouth, HearnIf I'm saying something I know what I'm talking about
And like an echo, Dalleson getting in: "We know you're pretty goddam smart, Hearn An approving titter flickered through the tentThey all did dislike him then, Hearn realizedHe had known it and yet there was the trace of a pangThe Lieutenant beside him was sitting stiff, tensed, his elbow removed a careful inch from
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He had pushed himself into this position, and the only thing to do was to carry it offAlloyed with the outraged beating of his heart was fear and a detached, almost mild concern with what would happen to himA court-martial perhaps?
As he spoke he felt a pride in the precision of his voice"I was thinking, Colonel, that since you do know so much about it, you must have found out peeking through keyholes
A few startled laughs answered him and Conn's face expanded with rageThe red of his nose extended slowly out to his cheeks, his forehead, the blue veins startling now, a cluster of purple roots which held his cholerHe was obviously searching for speech like a player who has dropped a ball and runs in frantic circles trying to locate itWhen he spoke it would be terribleEven Webber had stopped eating
"Gentlemen, please!"
It was the General calling across the length of the
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