William Faulkner, SANCTUARY â WordPress.com - literature save 2
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left, each carrying no occupant <strong>save</strong> the liveried driver. The street was broad and now<br />
infrequent, with a white line down the center that diminished on ahead and into the<br />
smooth asphalt emptiness. Soon the hearse was making forty miles an hour, then fortyfive<br />
and then fifty.<br />
One of the cabs drew up at Miss Reba's door. She got out, followed a thin woman<br />
in sober, severe clothes and gold nose-glasses, and a short plump woman in a plumed hat,<br />
her face hidden by a handkerchief, and a small bullet-headed boy of five or six. The<br />
woman with the handkerchief continued to sob in snuffy gasps as they went up the walk<br />
and entered the lattice. Beyond the house door the dogs set up a falsetto uproar. When<br />
Minnie opened the door they surged about Miss Reba's feet. She kicked them aside.<br />
Again they assailed her with snapping eagerness; again she flung them back against the<br />
wall in muted thuds.<br />
"Come in, <strong>com</strong>e in," she said, her hand to her breast. Once inside the house the<br />
woman with the handkerchief began to weep aloud.<br />
"Didn't he look sweet?" she wailed. "Didn't he look sweet!"<br />
"Now, now," Miss Reba said, leading the way to her room, <strong>com</strong>e in and have<br />
some beer. You'll feel better. Minnie!" They entered the room with the decorated dresser,<br />
the safe, the screen, the draped portrait. "Sit down, sit down," she panted, shoving the<br />
chairs forward. She lowered herself into one and stooped terrifically toward her feet.<br />
"Uncle Bud, honey," the weeping woman said, dabbing at her eyes, "<strong>com</strong>e and<br />
unlace Miss Reba's shoes."<br />
The boy felt and removed Miss Reba's shoes. "And if you'll just reach me them<br />
house slippers under the bed there, honey," Miss Reba said. The boy fetched the slippers.<br />
Minnie entered, followed by the dogs. They rushed at Miss Reba and began to worry the<br />
shoes she had just removed.<br />
"Scat!" the boy said, striking at one of them with his hand. The dog's head<br />
snapped around, it's teeth clicking, it's half-hidden eyes bright and malevolent. The boy<br />
recoiled. "You bite me, you thon bitch," he said.<br />
"Uncle Bud!" the fat woman said, her round face, rigid in fatty folds and streaked<br />
with tears, turned upon the boy in shocked surprise, the plumes nodding precariously<br />
above it. Uncle Bud's head was quite round, his Dose bridged with freckles like splotches<br />
of huge summer rain on a sidewalk. The other woman sat primly erect, in gold noseglasses<br />
on a gold chain and neat iron-gray hair. She looked like a schoolteacher. "The<br />
very ideal" the fat woman said. "How in the world can he learn such words on an<br />
Arkansaw farm, I dont know."<br />
"They'll learn meanness anywhere," Miss Reba said. Minnie leaned down a tray<br />
bearing three frosted tankards. Uncle Bud watched with round cornflower eyes as they<br />
took one each. The fat woman began to cry again. "He looked so sweet!" she wailed.<br />
"We all got to suffer it," Miss Reba said. "Well, may it be a long day," lifting her<br />
tankard. They drank, bowing formally to one another. The fat woman dried her eyes; the<br />
two guests wiped their lips with prim decorum. The thin one coughed delicately aside,<br />
behind her hand.<br />
"Such good beer," she said.<br />
"Aint it?" the fat one said. "I always say it's the greatest pleasure I have to call on<br />
Miss Reba."