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All I ask is you ge mbt sneakers t that Hudson out of here when Iˇve got decent trade.〃 ¨Iˇm drinking quietly,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨You better.〃 Mr. Bobby corked the bottle in front of Roger and put it back on the shelf. Young Tom nodded to him approvingly and whispered to Roger. Roger lowered his head on his hands. Then he raised his head and pointed to the bottle mbt shoes discount . Young Tom shook his head. Bobby picked up the bottle, uncorked it, and set it down in front of Roger. ¨Drink yourself to death,〃 he said. ¨I wonˇt lose any sleep.〃 By now the two groups were watching this pretty closely; but still politely. They were slumming all right but they were polite and they seemed nice people. Then Roger spoke for the first time. ¨Give the little rat a drink,〃 he said to Bobby. ¨What will you have, son?〃 Mr. Bobby asked Andy. ¨Gin,〃 Andy said. Thomas Hudson was careful not to watch the people. But he could feel them. Bobby put the bottle in front of Andy and set a glass by it. Andy poured the glass full and lifted it to Bobby. ¨Hereˇs to you, Mr. Bobby,〃 he said. ¨The first one mbt shoes australia all day.〃 ¨Drink up,〃 said Bobby. ¨You come in late.〃 ¨Papa had his money,〃 David said. ¨His birthday money from mother.〃 Young Tom looked up in his fatherˇs face and started to cry. He kept himself from actually crying but it was sad to see and it was not overdone. Nobody spoke until Andy said, ¨Iˇd like another gin, please, Mr. Bobby.〃 ¨Pour your own,〃 said Bobby. ¨You poor unfortunate child.〃 Then he turned to Thomas Hudson. ¨Hudson,〃 he said. ¨Have another and get out.〃 ¨I can stay as long as Iˇm quiet,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨If I know you, you wonˇt be quiet for long,〃 Bobby said, vindictively. Roger pointed toward the bottle and yo mbt shoes review ung Tom hung onto his sleeve. Heˇd controlled his tears and he was being brave and good. ¨Mr. Davis,〃 he said. ¨You donˇt have to.〃 Roger did not say anything and Mr. Bobby put the bottle in front of him again. ¨Mr. Davis, you have to write tonight,〃 young Tom said. ¨You know you promised to write tonight.〃 ¨What do you think Iˇm drinking for?〃 Roger said to him. ¨But, Mr. Davis, you didnˇt have to drink this much when you wrote The Storm.〃 ¨Why donˇt yo mbt shoes online u shut up?〃 Roger said to him. Young Tom was patient and brave and long-suffering. ¨I will, Mr. Davis. I only do it because you asked me to. Canˇt we go back to the house?〃 ¨Youˇre a good kid, Tom,〃 Roger said. ¨But weˇre staying here.〃 ¨For very long, Mr. Davis?〃 ¨To the goddam end.〃 ¨I donˇt think we need to, Mr. Davis,〃 young Tom said. ¨Really I donˇt. And you know if you get so you canˇt see you wonˇt be able to write.〃 ¨Iˇll dictate,〃 Roger said. ¨Like Milton.〃 ¨I know you dictate beautifully,〃 young Tom said. ¨But this morning when Miss Phelps tried to take it off the machine it was mostly music.〃 ¨Iˇm writing an opera,〃 Roger said. ¨I know youˇll write a wonderful opera, Mr. Davis. But donˇt you think we ought to finish the novel first? You took a big advance on the novel.〃 ¨Finish it yourself,〃 Roger said. ¨You ought to know the plot by now.〃 ¨I know the plot, Mr. Dav mbt kisumu is, and itˇs a lovely plot but it has that same girl in it that you had die in that other book and people may be confused.〃 ¨Dumas did the same thing.〃 ¨Donˇt badger him,〃 Thomas Hudson said to young Tom. ¨How can he write if you badger him all the time?〃 ¨Mr. Davis, couldnˇt you just get a really good secretary to write it for you? Iˇve heard that novelists did that.〃 ¨No. Too expensive.〃 ¨Do you want me to help you, Roger?〃 Thomas Hudson asked. ¨Yes. You can paint it.〃 ¨Thatˇs wonderful,〃 young Tom said. ¨Will you truly, papa?〃 ¨Iˇll paint i mbt clearance t in a day,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨Paint it upside down like Michelangelo,〃 Roger said. ¨Paint it big enough so King George can read it without his <a href="http://cms.putianb2b.com/"><strong>安福家*</strong></a> spectacles.〃 ¨Are you going to paint it, papa?〃 David asked. ¨Yes.〃 ¨Good,〃 David said. ¨Thatˇs the first sensible thing Iˇve heard.〃 ¨It wonˇt be too difficult, papa?〃 ¨Hell no. Itˇs probably too simple. Whoˇs the girl?〃 ¨That girl Mr. Davis always has.〃 ¨Paint her in half a day,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨Paint her upside down,〃 Roger said. ¨Keep it clean,〃 Thomas Hudson told him. ¨Mister Bobby, may I have another slug?〃 Andy asked. ¨How man mbt shop uk y have you had, son?〃 Bobby ask UK MBT ed him. ¨Only two.〃 ¨Go ahead,〃 Bobby told him and handed him the bottle. ¨Listen, Hudson, when are you going to get that picture out of here?〃 ¨Havenˇt you had any offers on it?〃 ¨No,〃 Bobby said. ¨And it clutters the place up. Besides it makes me goddam nervous. I want it out of here.〃 ¨Pardon me,〃 one of the men from the yacht spoke to Roger. ¨Is that canvas for sale?〃 ¨Who spoke to you?〃 Roger looked at him. ¨No one,〃 the man said. ¨Youˇre Roger Davis, arenˇt you?〃 ¨Youˇre damn right I am.〃 ¨If your friend painted that canvas and it is for sale Iˇd like to discuss the price with him,〃 the man said turning. ¨Youˇre Thomas Hudson, arenˇt you?〃 ¨Hudson is the name.〃 ¨Is the canvas for sale?〃 ¨No,〃 Thomas Hudson told him. ¨Iˇm sorry.〃 ¨But the bartender said–〃 ¨Heˇs crazy,〃 Thomas Hudson told him. ¨Heˇs an awfully good fellow. But heˇs crazy.〃 ¨Mr. Bobby, may I please have another gin?〃 Andrew asked very politely. ¨Certainly, my little man,〃 Bobby said and served it. ¨Do you know what they ought to do? They ought to put your healthy charming face on the label of those gin bottles instead of that idiotic collection of berries. Hudson, why donˇt you design a suitable label for a gin bottle that would reproduce the childish charm of young Andyˇs face?〃 ¨We could launch a brand,〃 Roger said. ¨Theyˇve got Old Tom gin. Why shouldnˇt we put out Merry Andrew?〃 ¨Iˇll put up the money,〃 said Bobby. ¨We can make the gin here on the island. The little lads can bottle it and affix the labels. We can sell it wholesale and in detail.〃 ¨It would be a return to craftsmanship,〃 Roger said. ¨Like William Morris.〃 ¨What would we make the gin from, Mr. Bobby?〃 Andrew asked. ¨From bonefish,〃 Bobby mbt chapa said. ¨And from conches.〃 The yacht people did not look at Roger or Thomas Hudson nor at the boys now. They were watching Bobby and they looked worried. ¨About that canvas,〃 the one man said. ¨What canvas are you referring to, my good man?〃 Bobby asked him, downing another quick one. ¨The very big canvas with the three waterspouts and the man in a dinghy.〃 ¨Where?〃 asked Bobby. ¨There,〃 said the man. ¨Begging your pardon, sir, I think youˇve had enough. This is a respectable place. We donˇt run to waterspouts and men in dinghys here.〃 ¨I mean the picture there.〃 ¨Donˇt provoke me, sir. Thereˇs no picture there. If there was a painting in here it would be above the bar where paintings belong and it would be a nude reclining full length in a proper shipshape manner.〃 ¨I mean that picture there.〃 ¨What picture where?〃 ¨There.〃 ¨Iˇd be happy to fix you a Bromo Seltzer, sir. Or call you a rickshaw,〃 Bobby said. ¨A rickshaw?〃 ¨Yes. A goddam rickshaw if you want it straight to your face. Youˇre a rickshaw. And youˇve had enough.〃 ¨Mr. Bobby?〃 Andy asked very politely. ¨Do you think Iˇve had enough?〃 ¨No, my dear boy. Of course not. Serve yourself.〃 ¨Thank you, Mr. Bobby,〃 Andy said. ¨This is four.〃 ¨I wish it was a hundred,〃 Bobby said. ¨Youˇre the pride of my heart.〃 ¨What do you say we get out of here, Hal,〃 one of the men said to the man who wanted to buy the pictu mbt sneakers re. ¨Iˇd like to pick up that canvas,〃 the other told him. ¨If I can get it for a decent price.〃 ¨Iˇd like to get out of here,〃 the first man insisted. ¨Funˇs fun and all that. But watching children drink is a little too much.〃 ¨Are you really serving that little boy gin?〃 the nice-looking blonde girl at the end of the bar toward the door asked Bobby. She was a tall girl with very fair hair and pleasant freckles. They were not redhead freckles but were the sort blondes get when they have skins that tan instead of burn. ¨Yes maˇam.〃 ¨I think itˇs shameful,〃 the girl said. ¨Itˇs disgusting and itˇs shameful and itˇs criminal.〃 Roger avoided looking at the girl and Thomas Hudson kept his eyes down. ¨What would you like him to drink, maˇam?〃 Bobby asked. ¨Nothing. He shouldnˇt have anything to drink.〃 ¨Hardly seems fair,〃 Bobby said. ¨What do you mean fair? Do you think itˇs fair to poison a child with alcohol?〃 ¨See, papa?〃 young Tom said. ¨I thought it was wrong for Andy to drink.〃 ¨Heˇs the only one of the three who drinks, maˇam. Since Sport here stopped it,〃 Bobby tried to reason <a href="http://cms.putianb2b.com/"><strong>外贸网站开发</strong></a> with her. ¨Do you think itˇs fair to deprive the only one in a family of three boys of what little pleasure he gets?〃 ¨Fair!〃 the girl said. ¨I think youˇre a monster. And youˇre another monster,〃 she said to Roger. ¨And youˇre another monster, too,〃 she said to Thomas Hudson. ¨Youˇre all horrible and I hate you.〃 There were tears in her eyes and she turned her back on the boys and Mr. Bobby and said to the men with her, ¨Wonˇt any of you do anything about it?〃 ¨I think itˇs a joke,〃 one of the men said to her. ¨Like that rude waiter they hire at a party. Or like double talk.〃 ¨No, itˇs not a joke. That dreadful man gives him gin. Itˇs horrible and itˇs tragic.〃 ¨Mr. Bobby?〃 Tom asked. ¨Is five my limit?〃 ¨For today,〃 Bobby said. ¨I wouldnˇt want you to do anything to shock the lady.〃 ¨Oh get me out of here,〃 the girl said. ¨I wonˇt watch it.〃 She started to cry and two of the men went out with her and Thomas Hudson and Roger and the boys all felt quite bad. The other girl, the really lovely-looking one, came over. She had a beautiful face and clear brown skin and tawny hair. She wore slacks but she was built wonderfully as far as Thomas Hudson coul buy mbt shoes d see and her hair was silky and it swung when she walked. He knew he had seen her before. ¨It isnˇt really gin, is it?〃 she said to Roger. ¨No. Of course not.〃 ¨Iˇll go out and tell her,〃 she said. ¨She really feels awfully badly.〃 She went out the door and she smiled at them as she went out. She was a wonde cheap shoes mbt rful-looking girl. <a href="http://www.nationface.com/blogs/3665/330753/mbt-shoes-article-1303-a-bra"><strong>MBT Shoes Article - 1303 - A brand new Fitness Help to Spring Into ...</strong></a> ¨Now itˇs over, papa,〃 Andy said. ¨Can we have Cokes?〃 ¨Iˇd like a beer, papa. If it wouldnˇt make that lady feel bad,〃 young Tom said. ¨I donˇt think sheˇd feel badly about a beer,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨Can I buy you a drink?〃 he asked the man who wanted to buy the picture. ¨Iˇm sorry if we were too stupid.〃 ¨No. No,〃 the man said. ¨Very interesting. The whole thing was very interesting to me. Fascinating. Iˇve always been interested in writers and artists. Were you all improvising?〃 ¨Yes,〃 said Thomas Hudson. ¨Now about that canvas–〃 ¨It belongs to Mr. Saunders,〃 Thomas Hudson explained to him. ¨I painted it for him as a present. I donˇt think he wants to sell it. But itˇs his and he can do whatever he likes with it.〃 ¨I want to keep her,〃 Bobby said. ¨Donˇt offer me a lot of money for her because it would just make me feel bad.〃 ¨I would really like to have it.〃 ¨So would I, goddam it,〃 said Bobby. ¨And Iˇve got it.〃 ¨But Mr. Saunders. That is a valuable canvas to have in a place like this.〃 Bobby was getting angry. ¨Leave me alone, will you?〃 he said to the man. ¨We were having a wonderful time. As good a time as I ever had and women have to cry and ball up everything. I know she meant right. But what the hell. Meant right gets you quicker than anything else. My old woman means right and does right and it beats the hell out of me every day. The hell with means right. Now youˇre here and you think you can take my picture just because you want it.〃 ¨But Mr. Saunders, you said yourself you wanted the picture out of here and that it was for sale.〃 ¨That was all balls,〃 Bobby said. ¨That was when we were having fun.〃 ¨Then the picture is not for sale.〃 ¨No. The picture is not for sale, rent, nor charter.〃 ¨Well,〃 said the man. ¨Here is my card in case it ever is for sale.〃 ¨Thatˇs fine,〃 said Bobby. ¨Tom may have some up at his place he wants to sell. What about it, Tom?〃 ¨I donˇt think so,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨Iˇd like to come up and see them,〃 the man told him. ¨Iˇm not showing anything now,〃 Thomas Hudson answered. ¨Iˇll give you the address of the ############## in New York if youˇd like it.〃 ¨Thank you. Will you write it here?〃 The man had a fountain pen with him and he wrote the address on the back of one of his cards and gave another card to Thomas Hudson. Then the man thanked Thomas Hudson again and asked if he might offer him a drink. ¨Can you give me any idea about the prices of the larger canvases?〃 ¨No,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨But the dealer will be able to.〃 ¨Iˇll see him as soon as Iˇm back in town. This canvas is extremely interesting.〃 ¨Thank you,〃 Thomas Hudson said. ¨Youˇre quite sure it canˇt be sold.〃 ¨Jesus,〃 Bobby said. ¨Stop it, will you? Thatˇs my picture. I had the idea for it and Tom painted it for me.〃 The man looked as though what he had thought of as ¨the charades〃 were
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