Farewell, My Lovely [Raymond Chandler] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Crime fiction master Raymond Chandler's second novel. About Farewell, My Lovely. Crime fiction master Raymond Chandler's second novel featuring Philip Marlowe, the “quintessential urban private eye” (Los. A lovely old woman. I liked being with her. I liked getting her drunk for my own sordid purposes. I was a swell guy. I enjoyed being me. You find almost anything.
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Heads turned slowly and the eyes in them glistened and stared in the dead alien silence of another race.
A large, thick-necked Negro was leaning against the end of the bar with pink garters on his shirt sleeves and pink and white suspenders crossing his broad back. He had bouncer written all over him. He put his lifted foot down slowly and turned slowly and stared at us, spreading his feet gently and moving a broad tongue chandler farewell my lovely his lips.
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He had a battered face that looked as if it had been hit by everything but the bucket of a dragline. It was scarred, flattened, thickened, checkered, and welted.
It was a face that had nothing to fear. chandler farewell my lovely
Everything had been done to it that anybody could think of. The short crinkled hair had a touch of gray. One ear had lost the lobe. The Negro was heavy and wide.
He had big heavy legs and they looked a little bowed, which is unusual in a Negro. He moved his tongue some more and smiled and moved his body.
The big man waited for him silently. Large as it was, the chandler farewell my lovely looked like a stud.
The bouncer smiled gently. His cheeks flushed a little. He raised his voice. He moved his thick head around delicately and studied all this from various angles. He looked down at the alligator shoes. I felt a little sorry for him.
He spoke softly again. No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. He spoke almost dreamily, as if he was all by himself, out in the woods, picking johnny-jump-ups.
I chandler farewell my lovely my handkerchief out and wiped the back of my neck again. The bouncer laughed suddenly.
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He was not used to being talked to like that. He took his hand off the shirt and doubled it into a fist about the size and color of a large eggplant.
He had his job, his reputation for toughness, his public esteem to consider. He chandler farewell my lovely them for a second and made a mistake. He swung the fist very hard and short with a sudden outward jerk of the elbow and hit the big man on the chandler farewell my lovely of the jaw.
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