Do you get me?
It makes me cheap.

Think of it--booze-guzzlin' stiffs that 'd be afraid to mix it with a sick cat, not fit to hold the coat of any decent man, think of them a-standin' up on their hind legs an' yellin' an' cheerin' me--ME!" "Ha! ha! What d'ye think of that?
Ain't he a rogue ?" A big bulldog, sliding obliquely and silently across the street, unconcerned with the team he was avoiding, had passed so close that Prince, baring his teeth like a stallion, plunged his head down against reins and check in an effort to seize the dog.
"Now he's some fighter, that Prince.

An' he's natural.

He didn't make that reach just for some low-lifer to yell'm on.

He just done it outa pure cussedness and himself.