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She
turned
on
him
in
scorn
.
«
Listen
,
Nigger
,
"
she
said
.
«
You
know
what
I
can
do
to
you
if
you
open
your
trap
?
»
Crooks
stared
hopelessly
at
her
,
and
then
he
sat
down
on
his
bunk
and
drew
into
himself
.
She
closed
on
him
.
«
You
know
what
I
could
do
?
»
Crooks
seemed
to
grow
smaller
,
and
he
pressed
himself
against
the
wall
.
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
»
«
Well
,
you
keep
your
place
then
,
Nigger
.
I
could
get
you
strung
upon
a
tree
so
easy
it
ain
’
t
even
funny
.
»
Crooks
had
reduced
himself
to
nothing
.
There
was
no
personality
,
no
ego
—
nothing
to
arouse
either
like
or
dislike
.
He
said
,
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
and
his
voice
was
toneless
.
For
a
moment
she
stood
over
him
as
though
waiting
for
him
to
move
so
that
she
could
whip
at
him
again
;
but
Crooks
sat
perfectly
still
,
his
eyes
averted
,
everything
that
might
be
hurt
drawn
in
.
She
turned
at
last
to
the
other
two
.
Old
Candy
was
watching
her
,
fascinated
.
«
If
you
was
to
do
that
,
we
’
d
tell
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
«
We
’
d
tell
about
you
framin
’
Crooks
.
»
«
Tell
an
’
be
damned
,
"
she
cried
.
«
Nobody
’
d
listen
to
you
,
an
’
you
know
it
.
Nobody
’
d
listen
to
you
.
»
Candy
subsided
.
«
No
.
.
.
»
he
agreed
.
«
Nobody
’
d
listen
to
us
.
»
