swaggering and liberal with tobacco-juice; some white and shaven and stiff. ‚ÄúCourt‚Äôs just out,‚Äù pursued Mr. ¬ÝCaldwell, ‚Äúand them niggers have just been sent to the gang‚ÅÝ‚Äîyoung ones, too; educated but good for nothing. They‚Äôre all that way.‚Äù
Miss Taylor looked up a little puzzled, and became aware of a battery of eyes and ears. Everybody seemed craning and listening, and she felt a sudden embarrassment and a sense of half-veiled hostility in the air. With one or two further perfunctory questions, and a hasty expression of thanks, she escaped into the air.
The whole square seemed loafing and lolling‚ÅÝ‚Äîthe white world perched on stoops and chairs, in doorways and windows; the black world filtering down from doorways to sidewalk and curb. The hot, dusty quadrangle stretched in dreary deadness toward the temple of the town, as if doing obeisance to the courthouse. Down the courthouse steps the sheriff, with Winchester on shoulder, was bringing the