Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill br horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way br toward him who will br in the high wood: the officers, their rest, br with p. a. echoing: his girl comes, say, br conned in to test br br if he's still human, see, br therefore she get on the Sheriff's mike & howl br 'Come down, come down'. br Therefore he un-budge, furious. He'd flee br but only Heaven hangs over him foul. br At the crossways, downtown, br br he dreams the folks are buying parsnips & suds br and paying rent to foes. He slipt & fell. br It's golden here in the snow. br A mild crack: a far rifle. Bogart's duds br truck back to Wardrobe. Fancy the brain from hell br held out so long. Let go.