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The
woman
said
,
"
Couldn
’
t
stan
’
grace
?
Couldn
’
stan
’
the
sweet
breath
of
Jesus
?
What
you
talkin
’
about
,
sister
?
"
Ma
said
,
"
No
,
not
here
.
She
’
s
too
tar
’
d
.
"
The
woman
looked
reproachfully
at
Ma
.
"
Ain
’
t
you
believers
,
ma
’
am
?
"
"
We
always
been
Holiness
.
"
Ma
said
,
"
but
Granma
’
s
tar
’
d
,
an
’
we
been
a
-
goin
’
all
night
.
We
won
’
t
trouble
you
.
"
"
It
ain
’
t
no
trouble
,
an
’
if
it
was
,
we
’
d
want
ta
do
it
for
a
soul
a
-
soarin
’
to
the
Lamb
.
"
Ma
arose
to
her
knees
.
"
We
thank
ya
,
"
she
said
coldly
.
"
We
ain
’
t
gonna
have
no
meetin
’
in
this
here
tent
.
"
The
woman
looked
at
her
for
a
long
time
.
"
Well
,
we
ain
’
t
a
-
gonna
let
a
sister
go
away
’
thout
a
little
praisin
’
.
We
’
ll
git
the
meetin
’
goin
’
in
our
own
tent
,
ma
’
am
.
An
’
we
’
ll
forgive
ya
for
your
hard
heart
.
"
Ma
settled
back
again
and
turned
her
face
to
Granma
,
and
her
face
was
still
set
and
hard
.
"
She
’
s
tar
’
d
,
"
Ma
said
.
"
She
’
s
on
’
y
tar
’
d
.
"
Granma
swung
her
head
back
and
forth
and
muttered
under
her
breath
.
The
woman
walked
stiffly
out
of
the
tent
.
Ma
continued
to
look
down
at
the
old
face
.
Rose
of
Sharon
fanned
her
cardboard
and
moved
the
hot
air
in
a
stream
.
She
said
,
"
Ma
!
"
