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Casy
regarded
him
broodingly
.
"
Somepin
I
like
to
ast
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
Somepin
that
been
eatin
’
on
me
.
"
"
Go
ahead
.
I
’
ll
talk
,
sometimes
.
"
"
Well
"
—
the
preacher
said
slowly
—
"
here
’
s
you
that
I
baptized
right
when
I
was
in
the
glory
roof
-
tree
.
Got
little
hunks
of
Jesus
jumpin
’
outa
my
mouth
that
day
.
You
won
’
t
remember
’
cause
you
was
busy
pullin
’
that
pigtail
.
"
"
I
remember
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
That
was
Susy
Little
.
She
bust
my
finger
a
year
later
.
"
"
Well
—
did
you
take
any
good
outa
that
baptizin
’
?
Was
your
ways
better
?
"
Joad
thought
about
it
.
"
No
-
o
-
o
,
can
’
t
say
as
I
felt
anything
.
"
"
Well
—
did
you
take
any
bad
from
it
?
Think
hard
.
"
Joad
picked
up
the
bottle
and
took
a
swig
.
"
They
wasn
’
t
nothing
in
it
,
good
or
bad
.
I
just
had
fun
.
"
He
handed
the
flask
to
the
preacher
.
He
sighed
and
drank
and
looked
at
the
low
level
of
the
whisky
and
took
another
tiny
drink
.
"
That
’
s
good
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
got
to
worryin
’
about
whether
in
messin
’
around
maybe
I
done
somebody
a
hurt
.
"
Joad
looked
over
toward
his
coat
and
saw
the
turtle
,
free
of
the
cloth
and
hurrying
away
in
the
direction
he
had
been
following
when
Joad
found
him
.
Joad
watched
him
for
a
moment
and
then
got
slowly
to
his
feet
and
retrieved
him
and
wrapped
him
in
the
coat
again
.
"
I
ain
’
t
got
no
present
for
the
kids
,
"
he
said
.
"
Nothin
’
but
this
ol
’
turtle
.
"
