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The
preacher
could
not
be
thrown
from
his
subject
.
"
Goin
’
someplace
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
he
’
s
goin
’
someplace
.
Me
—
I
don
’
t
know
where
I
’
m
goin
’
.
Tell
you
what
—
I
used
ta
get
the
people
jumpin
’
an
’
talkin
’
in
tongues
and
glory
-
shoutin
’
till
they
just
fell
down
an
’
passed
out
.
An
’
some
I
’
d
baptize
to
bring
’
em
to
.
An
’
then
—
you
know
what
I
’
d
do
?
I
’
d
take
one
of
them
girls
out
in
the
grass
,
an
’
I
’
d
lay
with
her
.
Done
it
ever
’
time
.
Then
I
’
d
feel
bad
,
an
’
I
’
d
pray
an
’
pray
,
but
it
didn
’
t
do
no
good
.
Come
the
next
time
,
them
an
’
me
was
full
of
the
sperit
,
I
’
d
do
it
again
.
I
figgered
there
just
wasn
’
t
no
hope
for
me
,
an
’
I
was
a
damned
ol
’
hypocrite
.
But
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
be
.
"
Joad
smiled
and
his
long
teeth
parted
and
he
licked
his
lips
.
"
There
ain
’
t
nothing
like
a
good
hot
meetin
’
for
pushin
’
’
em
over
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
done
that
myself
.
"
Casy
leaned
forward
excitedly
.
"
You
see
,
"
he
cried
,
"
I
seen
it
was
that
way
,
an
’
I
started
thinkin
’
.
"
He
waved
his
bony
big
-
knuckled
hand
up
and
down
in
a
patting
gesture
.
"
I
got
to
thinkin
’
like
this
’
Here
’
s
me
preachin
’
grace
.
An
’
here
’
s
them
people
gettin
’
grace
so
hard
they
’
re
jumpin
’
an
’
shoutin
’
.
Now
they
say
layin
’
up
with
a
girl
comes
from
the
devil
.
But
the
more
grace
a
girl
got
in
her
,
the
quicker
she
wants
to
go
out
in
the
grass
.
’
An
’
I
got
to
thinkin
’
how
in
hell
,
s
’
cuse
me
,
how
can
the
devil
get
in
when
a
girl
is
so
full
of
the
Holy
Sperit
that
it
’
s
spoutin
’
out
of
her
nose
an
’
ears
.
You
’
d
think
that
’
d
be
one
time
when
the
devil
didn
’
t
stand
a
snowball
’
s
chance
in
hell
.
But
there
it
was
.
"
His
eyes
were
shining
with
excitement
.
He
worked
his
cheeks
for
a
moment
and
then
spat
into
the
dust
,
and
the
gob
of
spit
rolled
over
and
over
,
picking
up
dust
until
it
looked
like
a
round
dry
little
pellet
.
The
preacher
spread
out
his
hand
and
looked
at
his
palm
as
though
he
were
reading
a
book
.
"
An
’
there
’
s
me
,
"
he
went
on
softly
.
"
There
’
s
me
with
all
them
people
’
s
souls
in
my
han
’
—
responsible
an
’
feelin
’
my
responsibility
—
an
’
ever
time
,
I
lay
with
one
of
them
girls
.
"
He
looked
over
at
Joad
and
his
face
looked
helpless
.
His
expression
asked
for
help
.
Joad
carefully
drew
the
torso
of
a
woman
in
the
dirt
,
breasts
,
hips
,
pelvis
.
"
I
wasn
’
t
never
a
preacher
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
never
let
nothin
’
go
by
when
I
could
catch
it
.
An
’
I
never
had
no
idears
about
it
except
that
I
was
goddamn
glad
when
I
got
one
.
"
"
But
you
wasn
’
t
a
preacher
,
"
Casy
insisted
.
"
A
girl
was
just
a
girl
to
you
.
They
wasn
’
t
nothin
’
to
you
.
But
to
me
they
was
holy
vessels
.
I
was
savin
’
their
souls
.
An
’
here
with
all
that
responsibility
on
me
I
’
d
just
get
’
em
frothin
’
with
the
Holy
Sperit
,
an
’
then
I
’
d
take
’
em
out
in
the
grass
.
"
"
Maybe
I
should
of
been
a
preacher
,
"
said
Joad
.
He
brought
out
his
tobacco
and
papers
and
rolled
a
cigarette
.
He
lighted
it
and
squinted
through
the
smoke
at
the
preacher
.
"
I
been
a
long
time
without
a
girl
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
gonna
take
some
catchin
’
up
.
"
Casy
continued
,
"
It
worried
me
till
I
couldn
’
t
get
no
sleep
.
Here
I
’
d
go
to
preachin
’
and
I
’
d
say
,
’
By
God
,
this
time
I
ain
’
t
gonna
do
it
.
’
And
right
while
I
said
it
,
I
knowed
I
was
.
"
"
You
should
a
got
a
wife
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
Preacher
an
’
his
wife
stayed
at
our
place
one
time
.
Jehovites
they
was
.
Slep
’
upstairs
.
Held
meetin
’
s
in
our
barnyard
.
Us
kids
would
listen
.
That
preacher
’
s
missus
took
a
god
-
awful
poundin
’
after
ever
’
night
meetin
’
.
"
