Friday, April 6, 2012
Men's Gucci Shoes 2012
"By the way," he said, "perhaps you would like to know that you
have had royalty for a coachman. Old Caesar's grandfather was a
king in Congo. Caesar himself has royal ways, as you may have
observed."
As the doctor was moving off I heard Uncle Caesar's voice inside:
"Did he get bofe of dem two dollars from you, Mis' Zalea?"
"Yes, Caesar," I heard Azalea Adair answer weakly. And then I
went in and concluded business negotiations with our contributor.
I assumed the responsibility of advancing fifty dollars, putting
it as a necessary formality in binding our bargain. And then
Uncle Caesar drove me back to the hotel.
Here ends all of the story as far as I can testify as a witness. The
rest must be only bare statements of facts.
At about six o'clock I went out for a stroll. Uncle Caesar was at
his corner. He threw open the door of his carriage, flourished his
duster and began his depressing formula: "Step right in, suh.
Fifty cents to anywhere in the city--hack's puffickly clean, suh----
jus' got back from a funeral--"
And then he recognized me. I think his eyesight was getting bad.
His coat had taken on a few more faded shades of color, the twine
strings were more frayed and ragged, the last remaining button--
the button of yellow horn--was gone. A motley descendant of
kings was Uncle Caesar!
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