His mouth was full of pudding.

It made him warm to eat, and little beads of perspiration stood across the bridge of his nose.

He looked forward to an afternoon passed in his operating chair as usual.

On leaving his "Parlors" he had put ten cents into his pitcher and had left it at Frenna's to be filled.
"What do you say we take a walk, huh ?" said Marcus.

"Ah, that's the thing--a walk, a long walk, by damn! It'll be outa sight.