II.
Thought Philip Melton, “Niggers ... niggers and heat ... the Devil putting collars of mustard plaster on damned souls....
“Common, common, common sort of girls ... perfectly decent, but not my class ... too muscular, or maybe it’s fat....
“Nice little chap ... eyes, hair, skin ... football some day ... wonder if his grandmother’s a Carroll ... aristocrat....
“Hot ... gosh....
“Marion ... letters ... letters in my pocket ... mush, but not common ... my class ... glad I’m a gentleman ... ‘known by what he does not do’ ... clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack....
“Marion ... never wrote a girl stuff like that before ... laps it up all right ... must practice on some one ... my class, not common at all....
“‘The man who seduces a pure country girl because he fears the diseases of the city deserves to be flayed alive’ ... funny ... seduce is such a nasty word....
“Clickety clack, clickety clack, clack, click.... Fool train had to get here some time....”