314 A Blackjack Bargainer
take back the money; and then Goree knew that his own flurry of rage had not been from pride or resentment, but from anger at himself, knowing that he would set foot in the deeper depths that were being opened to him. He turned in an instant from an outraged gentleman to an anxious chafferer recom- mending his goods.
"Don't be in a hurry, Garvey," he said, his face crimson and his speech thick. "I ac- cept your p-p-proposition, though it's dirt cheap at two hundred. A t-trade's all right when both p-purchaser and b-buyer are s-satis- fied. Shall I w-wrap it up for you, Mr. Garvey?"
Garvey rose, and shook out his broadcloth. "Missis Garvey will be pleased. You air out of it, and it stands Coltrane and Garvey. Just a scrap ov writin', Mr. Goree, you bein' a lawyer, to show we traded."
Goree seized a sheet of paper and a pen. The money was clutched in his moist hand. Everything eke suddenly seemed to grow trivial and light.
"Bill of sale, by all means. 'Right, title, and interest in and to' ... 'forever war- rant and ' No, Garvey, we'll have to
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