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«
I
dunno
—
boy
,
I
guess
.
Sure
—
boy
.
»
«
You
jus
’
come
in
,
didn
’
ya
?
»
«
Las
’
night
—
late
.
»
«
Gonna
stay
?
»
«
I
don
’
know
.
’
F
we
can
get
work
,
guess
we
will
.
»
A
shadow
crossed
the
woman
’
s
face
,
and
the
little
black
eyes
grew
fierce
.
«
’
F
you
can
git
work
.
That
’
s
what
we
all
say
.
»
«
My
brother
got
a
job
already
this
mornin
’
.
»
«
Did
,
huh
?
Maybe
you
’
re
lucky
.
Look
out
for
luck
.
You
can
’
t
trus
’
luck
.
»
She
stepped
close
.
«
You
can
only
git
one
kind
a
luck
.
Cain
’
t
have
more
.
You
be
a
good
girl
,
"
she
said
fiercely
.
«
You
be
good
.
If
you
got
sin
on
you
—
you
better
watch
out
for
that
there
baby
.
»
She
squatted
down
in
front
of
Rose
of
Sharon
.
«
They
’
s
scandalous
things
goes
on
in
this
here
camp
,
"
she
said
darkly
.
«
Ever
’
Sat
’
dy
night
they
’
s
dancin
’
,
an
’
not
only
squar
’
dancin
’
,
neither
.
They
’
s
some
does
clutch
-
an
’
-
hug
dancin
’
!
I
seen
’
em
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
said
guardedly
,
«
I
like
dancin
’
,
squar
’
dancin
’
.
»
And
she
added
virtuously
,
«
I
never
done
that
other
kind
.
»
