From Pieces of the Frame, by John McPhee
BESIDE
"Beside the cage, the plump, impervious woman, red-faced, red-nosed, kept shouting to the crowds, but she said to me, leaning down, her eyes blodshot, 'Why don't you move on, sonny, if you ain't going to buy a ticket? Beat it. Come on now. Move on.'"
From Pieces of the Frame
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