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Chapter 4
Thesperitain’tinthepeoplemuchnomore;andworse’nthat,thesperitain’tinmenomore.’Coursenowan’againthesperitgetsmovin’an’Iripoutameetin’,orwhenfolkssetsoutfoodIgive’emagrace,butmyheartain’tinit.Ion’ydoit’causetheyexpectit."
Joadmoppedhisfacewithhiscapagain."Youain’ttoodamnholytotakeadrink,areyou?"heasked.
Casyseemedtoseethebottleforthefirsttime.Hetilteditandtookthreebigswallows."Nicedrinkin’liquor,"hesaid."Oughttobe,"saidJoad."That’sfact’ryliquor.Costabuck."Casytookanotherswallowbeforehepassedthebottleback."Yes,sir!"hesaid."Yes,sir!"
Joadtookthebottlefromhim,andinpolitenessdidnotwipetheneckwithhissleevebeforehedrank.Hesquattedonhishamsandsetthebottleuprightagainsthiscoatroll.Hisfingersfoundatwigwithwhichtodrawhisthoughtsontheground.Heswepttheleavesfromasquareandsmoothedthedust.Andhedrewanglesandmadelittlecircles."Iain’tseenyouinalongtime,"hesaid.
"Nobody’sseenme,"saidthepreacher."Iwentoffalone,an’Isatandfigured.Thesperit’sstronginme,on’yitain’tthesame.Iain’tsosureofalotofthings."Hesatupstraighteragainstthetree.Hisbonyhanddugitswaylikeasquirrelintohisoverallpocket,broughtoutablack,bittenplugoftobacco.Carefullyhebrushedoffbitsofstrawandgraypocketfuzzbeforehebitoffacornerandsettledthequidintohischeek.
