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"
Ye
wo
n't
need
it
long
afore
ye
git
it
,
then
;
thet
ole
Zeb
Stump
kin
promise
ye
,
Miss
Peintdexter
.
He
'd
be
stinkiner
than
a
skunk
,
an
a
bigger
coward
than
a
coyoat
,
es
would
n't
stan
'
by
sech
as
you
,
while
there
wur
a
bottle-full
o
'
breath
left
in
the
inside
o
'
his
body
.
"
"
A
thousand
thanks
--
again
and
again
!
But
what
were
you
going
to
say
?
You
spoke
of
second-hand
hospitality
?
"
"
I
dud
.
"
"
You
meant
--
?
"
"
I
meaned
thet
it
'
ud
be
no
use
o
'
my
inviting
Maurice
the
mowstanger
eyther
to
eat
or
drink
unner
this
hyur
roof
.
Unless
yur
father
do
that
,
the
young
fellur
'll
go
'
ithout
tastin
'
.
You
unnerstan
,
Miss
Lewaze
,
he
ai
n't
one
o
'
thet
sort
o
'
poor
whites
as
kin
be
sent
roun
'
to
the
kitchen
.
"
The
young
Creole
stood
for
a
second
or
two
,
without
making
rejoinder
.
She
appeared
to
be
occupied
with
some
abstruse
calculation
,
that
engrossed
the
whole
of
her
thoughts
.
"
Never
mind
about
it
,
"
she
at
length
said
,
in
a
tone
that
told
the
calculation
completed
.
"
Never
mind
,
Mr
Stump
.
You
need
not
invite
him
.
Only
let
me
know
when
he
arrives
--
unless
we
be
at
dinner
,
and
then
,
of
course
,
he
would
not
expect
any
one
to
appear
.
But
if
he
should
come
at
that
time
,
you
detain
him
--
wo
n't
you
?
"
"
Boun
'
to
do
it
,
ef
you
bid
me
.
"
"
You
will
,
then
;
and
let
me
know
he
is
here
.
I
shall
ask
him
to
eat
.
"
