Chapter 20
Miss Georgie Also Makes A CallSaunders, limp and apathetic and colorless, shuffled over to the
station with a wheelbarrow which had a decrepit wheel, that left an
undulating imprint of its drunken progress in the dust as it went.
He loaded the boxes of freight with the abused air of one who feels
that Fate has used him hardly, and then sidled up to the station
door with the furtive air which Miss Georgie always inwardly
resented.
She took the shipping bill from him with her fingertips,
reckoned the charges, and received the money without a word,
pushing a few pieces of silver toward him upon the table. As he
bent to pick them up clawing unpleasantly with vile
finger-nails—she glanced at him contemptuously, looked again more
attentively, pursed her lips with one corn
