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"
You
doan
look
peart
as
you
mout
.
"
"
Hum
...
Is
it
raining
very
hard
?
"
"
You
know
it
's
po'in
'
.
"
"
Well
,
just
the
same
,
you
've
got
to
go
downtown
for
me
.
"
"
Not
in
dis
rain
,
Ah
ain
'
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
are
or
I
'll
go
myself
.
"
"
Whut
you
got
ter
do
dat
woan
wait
?
Look
ter
me
lak
you
done
nuff
fer
one
day
.
"
"
I
want
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
surveying
herself
carefully
in
the
mirror
,
"
a
bottle
of
cologne
water
.
You
can
wash
my
hair
and
rinse
it
with
cologne
.
And
buy
me
a
jar
of
quince-seed
jelly
to
make
it
lie
down
flat
.
"
"
Ah
ain
'
gwine
wash
yo
'
ha
'
r
in
dis
wedder
an
'
you
ain
'
gwine
put
no
cologne
on
yo
'
haid
lak
a
fas
'
woman
needer
.
Not
w
'
ile
Ah
got
breaf
in
mah
body
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
am
.
Look
in
my
purse
and
get
that
five-dollar
gold
piece
out
and
go
to
town
.
And
--
er
,
Mammy
,
while
you
are
downtown
,
you
might
get
me
a
--
a
pot
of
rouge
.
"
