[At the sound of her voice he turns with the stiffened swiftness of a thief caught in the act. While he is draped in a mantle of discomfort, she will notice too that his carriage is of the upright sort that is ironed into children by parents who insist that what they are and whom they came from is is in itself cause for pride my boy my Harvard boy.]
Yes'm, I suppose so. I was just looking for something to fix.
[She is perhaps little older than Quentin's own nineteen years, but her presence possesses a nameless authority that he senses even past her bewildering appearance, a woman with a pistol at her hip and the hips not draped in delicate skirts but encased in harsh denim. His manner of dress traces him back to a bygone era in which respectability was something carefully curated: a crisp white collar and tie with a vest, slacks and, although he is indoors, the jacket to go with it. His manner of speaking too pins him precisely to his home, his land, Mississippi, the country of which even as recently as his grandfather's generation possessed that touch of wilderness still.]
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Yes'm, I suppose so. I was just looking for something to fix.
[She is perhaps little older than Quentin's own nineteen years, but her presence possesses a nameless authority that he senses even past her bewildering appearance, a woman with a pistol at her hip and the hips not draped in delicate skirts but encased in harsh denim. His manner of dress traces him back to a bygone era in which respectability was something carefully curated: a crisp white collar and tie with a vest, slacks and, although he is indoors, the jacket to go with it. His manner of speaking too pins him precisely to his home, his land, Mississippi, the country of which even as recently as his grandfather's generation possessed that touch of wilderness still.]