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«
I
know
.
»
«
You
know
ever
’
thing
.
»
She
was
silent
,
and
the
cardboard
moved
slowly
back
and
forth
.
«
Did
we
slip
up
?
»
he
pleaded
.
«
Is
they
anything
we
could
of
did
?
»
Ma
looked
at
him
strangely
.
Her
white
lips
smiled
in
a
dreaming
compassion
.
«
Don
’
t
take
no
blame
.
Hush
!
It
’
ll
be
awright
.
They
’
s
changes
—
all
over
.
»
«
Maybe
the
water
—
maybe
we
’
ll
have
to
go
.
»
«
When
it
’
s
time
to
go
—
we
’
ll
go
.
We
’
ll
do
what
we
got
to
do
.
Now
hush
.
You
might
wake
her
.
»
Mrs
.
Wainwright
broke
twigs
and
poked
them
in
the
sodden
,
smoking
fire
.
From
outside
came
the
sound
of
an
angry
voice
.
«
I
’
m
goin
’
in
an
’
see
the
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
myself
.
»
