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"
I
'm
sorry
but
I
have
no
work
for
you
,
Mr.
Archie
.
"
"
Archie
's
m
'
fuss
name
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
.
What
is
your
last
name
?
"
He
spat
again
.
"
I
reckon
that
's
my
bizness
,
"
he
said
.
"
Archie
'll
do
.
"
"
I
do
n't
care
what
your
last
name
is
!
I
have
nothing
for
you
to
do
.
"
"
I
reckon
you
have
.
Miz
Wilkes
was
upsot
about
yore
wantin
'
to
run
aroun
'
like
a
fool
by
yoreself
and
she
sont
me
over
here
to
drive
aroun
'
with
you
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
cried
Scarlett
,
indignant
both
at
the
man
's
rudeness
and
Melly
's
meddling
.
His
one
eye
met
hers
with
an
impersonal
animosity
.
"
Yes
.
A
woman
's
got
no
bizness
botherin
'
her
men
folks
when
they
're
tryin
'
to
take
keer
of
her
.
If
you
're
bound
to
gad
about
,
I
'll
drive
you
.
I
hates
niggers
--
Yankees
too
.
"
He
shifted
his
wad
of
tobacco
to
the
other
cheek
and
,
without
waiting
for
an
invitation
,
sat
down
on
the
top
step
.
"
I
ai
n't
sayin
'
I
like
drivin
'
women
aroun
'
,
but
Miz
Wilkes
been
good
to
me
,
lettin
'
me
sleep
in
her
cellar
,
and
she
sont
me
to
drive
you
.
"
