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"
Yes
,
sir
,
that
’
s
my
Saviour
,
Je
-
sus
is
my
Saviour
,
Je
-
sus
is
my
Saviour
now
.
On
the
level
’
S
not
the
devil
,
Jesus
is
my
Saviour
now
.
"
Joad
had
moved
into
the
imperfect
shade
of
the
molting
leaves
before
the
man
heard
him
coming
,
stopped
his
song
,
and
turned
his
head
.
It
was
a
long
head
,
bony
;
tight
of
skin
,
and
set
on
a
neck
as
stringy
and
muscular
as
a
celery
stalk
.
His
eyeballs
were
heavy
and
protruding
;
the
lids
stretched
to
cover
them
,
and
the
lids
were
raw
and
red
.
His
cheeks
were
brown
and
shiny
and
hairless
and
his
mouth
fullhumorous
or
sensual
.
The
nose
,
beaked
and
hard
,
stretched
the
skin
so
tightly
that
the
bridge
showed
white
.
There
was
no
perspiration
on
the
face
,
not
even
on
the
tall
pale
forehead
.
It
was
an
abnormally
high
forehead
,
lined
with
delicate
blue
veins
at
the
temples
.
Fully
half
of
the
face
was
above
the
eyes
.
His
stiff
gray
hair
was
mussed
back
from
his
brow
as
though
he
had
combed
it
back
with
his
fingers
.
For
clothes
he
wore
overalls
and
a
blue
shirt
.
A
denim
coat
with
brass
buttons
and
a
spotted
brown
hat
creased
like
a
pork
pie
lay
on
the
ground
beside
him
.
Canvas
sneakers
,
gray
with
dust
,
lay
near
by
where
they
had
fallen
when
they
were
kicked
off
.
The
man
looked
long
at
Joad
.
The
light
seemed
to
go
far
into
his
brown
eyes
,
and
it
picked
out
little
golden
specks
deep
in
the
irises
.
The
strained
bundle
of
neck
muscles
stood
out
.
Joad
stood
still
in
the
speckled
shade
.
He
took
off
his
cap
and
mopped
his
wet
face
with
it
and
dropped
it
and
his
rolled
coat
on
the
ground
.
