Out of the apartment houses come women who should be young but have faces like stale beer ; men with pulled-down hats and quick eyes that look the street over behind the cupped hand that shields the match flame ; worn intellectuals with cigarette coughs and no money in the bank ; fly cops with granite faces and unwavering eyes ; cokies and coke peddlers ; people who look like nothing in particular and know it.
High Window
Raymond Chandler - 1942
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