the theater is the only money-making business I know in which haste apparently rules from first to last.
McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business.
From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.
Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!
Useless as a pulled tooth.
Enemies are an indication of character.