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«
Now
wait
a
minute
.
»
«
You
think
I
got
to
go
out
with
you
.
Well
,
I
don
’
t
!
I
got
lots
of
chances
.
»
«
Now
wait
a
minute
.
»
«
No
,
sir
—
you
git
away
.
»
Al
lunged
suddenly
,
caught
her
by
the
ankle
,
and
tripped
her
.
He
grabbed
her
when
she
fell
and
held
her
and
put
his
hand
over
her
angry
mouth
.
She
tried
to
bite
his
palm
,
but
he
cupped
it
out
over
her
mouth
,
and
he
held
her
down
with
his
other
arm
.
And
in
a
moment
she
lay
still
,
and
in
another
moment
they
were
giggling
together
in
the
dry
grass
.
«
Why
,
we
’
ll
be
a
-
comin
’
back
purty
soon
,
"
said
Al
.
«
An
’
I
’
ll
have
a
pocketful
a
jack
.
We
’
ll
go
down
to
Hollywood
an
’
see
the
pitchers
.
»
She
was
lying
on
her
back
.
Al
bent
over
her
.
And
he
saw
the
bright
evening
star
reflected
in
her
eyes
,
and
he
saw
the
black
cloud
reflected
in
her
eyes
.
«
We
’
ll
go
on
the
train
,
"
he
said
.
«
How
long
ya
think
it
’
ll
be
?
»
she
asked
.
«
Oh
,
maybe
a
month
,
"
he
said
.
