The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber
He had decided now that to break would be much easier. He would eat, then, by himself and could read a book with his meals. They would eat by themselves. He would see them through the safari on a very formal basis-what was it the French called it? Distinguished consideration-and it would be a damn sight easier than having to go through this emotional trash. (1.63)
"I bolted like a rabbit," Macomber said.
Now what in hell were you going to do about a man who talked like that, Wilson wondered. (1.66-67)
Wilson looked at Macomber with his flat, blue, machinegunner's eyes and the other smiled back at him. (1.68)