"Haven't even got my shiv anymore, Frankie," Tiflin remarked, casually.
Now that Shiv had mentioned it, Delancy recognized the fear that plagued him.
And I don't think I want to have anything to do with that guy, do you, Shiv?
He sells it cheap, and certainly it makes him fat as Shiv's own bull.
As fast as his short bowed legs would carry him, he ran to the car and piled ...