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"
Well
'm
,
Gawd
give
me
ears
,
din
'
he
,
an
'
ter
hear
wid
?
Specially
w
'
en
Mist
'
Will
doan
never
tek
trouble
ter
close
de
do
'
.
"
Was
there
nothing
Mammy
did
not
overhear
?
Scarlett
wondered
how
that
ponderous
body
which
shook
the
floors
could
move
with
such
savage
stealth
when
its
owner
wished
to
eavesdrop
.
"
Well
,
if
you
heard
all
that
,
I
suppose
you
heard
Jonas
Wilkerson
and
that
Emmie
--
"
"
Yas
'm
,
"
said
Mammy
with
smoldering
eyes
.
"
Well
,
do
n't
be
a
mule
,
Mammy
.
Do
n't
you
see
I
've
got
to
go
to
Atlanta
and
get
money
for
the
taxes
?
I
've
got
to
get
some
money
.
I
've
got
to
do
it
!
"
She
hammered
one
small
fist
into
the
other
.
"
Name
of
God
,
Mammy
,
they
'll
turn
us
all
out
into
the
road
and
then
where
'll
we
go
?
Are
you
going
to
argue
with
me
about
a
little
matter
of
Mother
's
curtains
when
that
trash
Emmie
Slattery
who
killed
Mother
is
fixing
to
move
into
this
house
and
sleep
in
the
bed
Mother
slept
in
?
"
Mammy
shifted
from
one
foot
to
another
like
a
restive
elephant
.
She
had
a
dim
feeling
that
she
was
being
got
around
.
"
No
'm
,
Ah
ain
'
wantin
'
ter
see
trash
in
Miss
Ellen
's
house
or
us
all
in
de
road
but
--
"
She
fixed
Scarlett
with
a
suddenly
accusing
eye
:
"
Who
is
you
fixin
'
ter
git
money
frum
dat
you
needs
a
new
dress
?
"
"
That
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
taken
aback
,
"
is
my
own
business
.
"
Mammy
looked
at
her
piercingly
,
just
as
she
had
done
when
Scarlett
was
small
and
had
tried
unsuccessfully
to
palm
off
plausible
excuses
for
misdeeds
.
She
seemed
to
be
reading
her
mind
and
Scarlett
dropped
her
eyes
unwillingly
,
the
first
feeling
of
guilt
at
her
intended
conduct
creeping
over
her
.
