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The
brown
woman
nodded
her
head
dismally
,
«
Well
,
some
does
.
An
’
the
Lord
ain
’
t
lettin
’
it
get
by
,
neither
;
an
’
don
’
you
think
He
is
.
»
«
No
,
ma
’
am
,
"
the
girl
said
softly
.
The
woman
put
one
brown
wrinkled
hand
on
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
knee
,
and
the
girl
flinched
under
the
touch
.
«
You
let
me
warn
you
now
.
They
ain
’
t
but
a
few
deep
down
Jesus
-
lovers
lef
’
.
Ever
’
Sat
’
dy
night
when
that
there
strang
ban
’
starts
up
an
’
should
be
a
-
playin
’
hymnody
,
they
’
re
a
-
reelin
’
—
yes
,
sir
,
a
-
reelin
’
.
I
seen
’
em
.
Won
’
t
go
near
,
myself
,
nor
I
don
’
let
my
kin
go
near
.
They
’
s
clutch
-
an
’
-
hug
,
I
tell
ya
.
»
She
paused
for
emphasis
and
then
said
,
in
a
hoarse
whisper
,
«
They
do
more
.
They
give
a
stage
play
.
»
She
backed
away
and
cocked
her
head
to
see
how
Rose
of
Sharon
would
take
such
a
revelation
.
«
Actors
?
»
the
girl
said
in
awe
.
«
No
,
sir
!
»
the
woman
exploded
.
«
Not
actors
,
not
them
already
damn
’
people
.
Our
own
kinda
folks
.
Our
own
people
.
An
’
they
was
little
children
didn
’
know
no
better
,
in
it
,
an
’
they
was
pretendin
’
to
be
stuff
they
wasn
’
t
.
I
didn
’
go
near
.
But
I
hearn
’
em
talkin
’
what
they
was
a
-
doin
’
.
The
devil
was
jus
’
a
-
struttin
’
through
this
here
camp
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
listened
,
her
eyes
and
mouth
open
.
«
Oncet
in
school
we
give
a
Chris
’
chile
play
—
Christmus
.
»
«
Well
—
I
ain
’
t
sayin
’
that
’
s
bad
or
good
.
They
’
s
good
folks
thinks
a
Chris
’
chile
is
awright
.
But
—
well
,
I
wouldn
’
care
to
come
right
out
flat
an
’
say
so
.
But
this
here
wasn
’
no
Chris
’
chile
.
This
here
was
sin
an
’
delusion
an
’
devil
stuff
.
Struttin
’
an
’
paradin
’
an
’
speakin
’
like
they
’
re
somebody
they
ain
’
t
.
An
’
dancin
’
an
’
clutchin
’
an
’
a
-
huggin
’
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
sighed
.
«
An
’
not
jus
’
a
few
,
neither
,
"
the
brown
woman
went
on
.
«
Gettin
’
so
’
s
you
can
almos
’
count
the
deep
-
down
lamb
-
blood
folks
on
your
toes
.
An
’
don
’
you
think
them
sinners
is
puttin
’
nothin
’
over
on
God
,
neither
.
No
,
sir
,
He
’
s
a
-
chalkin
’
’
em
up
sin
by
sin
,
an
’
He
’
s
drawin
’
His
line
an
’
addin
’
’
em
up
sin
by
sin
.
God
’
s
a
-
watchin
’
,
an
’
I
’
m
a
-
watchin
’
.
He
’
s
awready
smoked
two
of
’
em
out
.
»
