In his mind it became set.

Thus he would tell it to any one who would listen from now on, week after week, year after year, all the rest of his life--"And I based my calculations on a two-cent rate.

So soon as they saw I was to make money they doubled the tariff--all the traffic would bear--and I mortgaged to S.
Behrman--ruined me with a turn of the hand--stuck, cinched, and not one thing to be done." As he talked, he drank glass after glass of whiskey, and the honest rage, the open, above-board fury of his mind coagulated, thickened, and sunk to a dull, evil hatred, a wicked, oblique malevolence.

Caraher, sure now of winning a disciple, replenished his glass.
"Do you blame us now," he cried, "us others, the Reds?
Ah, yes, it's all very well for your middle class to preach moderation.

I could do it, too.