"God!" he exclaimed, "that she should trouble t' look twice at such a
nancy-boy!" and he spat, loud and contemptuously.
"Almost think you're trying to be rude, Mr. Flowers."
"Aw--I couldn't be, to a--thing like you! An' see here--me name's
M'Ginnis!"
"But then," sighed Ravenslee, "I prefer to call you Flowers--a fair name
for a foul thing--"
M'Ginnis made a swift step forward and halted, hard-breathing and
menacing.
"How much?" he demanded.
"Fair name for a very foul thing, Mr. Flowers," repeated Ravenslee,
glancing up at him from under slumberous, drooping lids--"anyway,
Flowers you will remain!"
As they stared again, eye to eye, M'Ginnis edged nearer and nearer, head
thrust forward, until Ravenslee could see the cords that writhed and
swelled in his big throat, and he hitched forward a languid shoulder.
"Don't come any nearer, Flowers," said he, "and don't stick out your jaw
like that--don't do it; I might be tempted to try to--er--hit it!"
"What--you?" said M'Ginnis, and laughed hoarsely, while Ravenslee yawned
again.
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