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Mrs
.
Sandry
’
s
eyes
stared
.
«
Nice
!
»
she
cried
.
«
You
think
they
’
re
nice
when
they
’
s
dancin
’
an
’
huggin
’
?
I
tell
ya
,
ya
eternal
soul
ain
’
t
got
a
chancet
in
this
here
camp
.
Went
out
to
a
meetin
’
in
Weedpatch
las
’
night
.
Know
what
the
preacher
says
?
He
says
,
’
They
’
s
wicketness
in
that
camp
.
’
He
says
,
’
The
poor
is
tryin
’
to
be
rich
.
’
He
says
,
’
They
’
s
dancin
’
an
’
huggin
’
when
they
should
be
wailin
’
an
’
moanin
’
in
sin
.
’
That
’
s
what
he
says
.
’
Ever
’
body
that
ain
’
t
here
is
a
black
sinner
,
’
he
says
.
I
tell
you
it
made
a
person
feel
purty
good
to
hear
’
im
.
An
’
we
knowed
we
was
safe
.
We
ain
’
t
danced
.
»
Ma
’
s
face
was
red
.
She
stood
up
slowly
and
faced
Mrs
.
Sandry
.
«
Git
!
»
she
said
.
«
Git
out
now
,
’
fore
I
git
to
be
a
sinner
a
-
tellin
’
you
where
to
go
.
Git
to
your
wailin
’
an
’
moanin
’
.
»
Mrs
.
Sandry
’
s
mouth
dropped
open
.
She
stepped
back
.
And
then
she
became
fierce
.
«
I
thought
you
was
Christians
.
»
«
So
we
are
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
No
,
you
ain
’
t
.
You
’
re
hell
-
burnin
’
sinners
,
all
of
you
!
An
’
I
’
ll
mention
it
in
meetin
’
too
.
I
can
see
your
black
soul
a
-
burnin
’
.
I
can
see
that
innocent
child
in
that
there
girl
’
s
belly
a
-
burnin
’
.
»
A
low
wailing
cry
escaped
from
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
lips
.
Ma
stooped
down
and
picked
up
a
stick
of
wood
.
«
Git
!
»
she
said
coldly
.
«
Don
’
you
never
come
back
.
I
seen
your
kind
before
.
You
’
d
take
the
little
pleasure
,
wouldn
’
you
?
»
Ma
advanced
on
Mrs
.
Sandry
.
For
a
moment
the
woman
backed
away
and
then
suddenly
she
threw
back
her
head
and
howled
.
Her
eyes
rolled
up
,
her
shoulders
and
arms
flopped
loosely
at
her
side
,
and
a
string
of
thick
ropy
saliva
ran
from
the
corner
of
her
mouth
.
She
howled
again
and
again
,
long
deep
animal
howls
.
Men
and
women
ran
up
from
the
other
tents
,
and
they
stood
near
—
frightened
and
quiet
.
Slowly
the
woman
sank
to
her
knees
and
the
howls
sank
to
a
shuddering
,
bubbling
moan
.
She
fell
sideways
and
her
arms
and
legs
twitched
.
The
white
eyeballs
showed
under
the
open
eyelids
.
A
man
said
softly
,
«
The
sperit
.
She
got
the
sperit
.
»
Ma
stood
looking
down
at
the
twitching
form
.
