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Chapter 22
RoseofSharonpanted,«Has?»
Thebrownwoman’svoicewasrisinginintensity.«Iseenit.Girla-carryin’alittleone,jes’likeyou.An’sheplay-acted,an’shehug-danced.And"—thevoicegrewbleakandominous—"shethinnedoutandsheskinniedout,an’—shedroppedthatbaby,dead.»
«Oh,my!»Thegirlwaspale.
«Deadandbloody.’Coursenobodywouldn’speaktohernomore.Shehadagoaway.Can’ttechsin’thoutcatchin’it.No,sir.An’theywasanother,donethesamething.An’sheskinniedout,an’—knowwhat?Onenightshewasgone.An’twodays,she’sback.Saysshewasvisitin’.But—sheain’tgotnobaby.KnowwhatIthink?Ithinkthemanager,hetookherawaytodropherbaby.Hedon’believeinsin.Tol’mehisself.Saysthesinisbein’hungry.Saysthesinisbein’cold.Says—Itellya,hetol’mehisself—can’tseeGodinthemthings.Saysthemgirlsskinniedout’causetheydidn’git’noughfood.Well,Ifixedhimup.»Sherosetoherfeetandsteppedback.Hereyesweresharp.ShepointedarigidforefingerinRoseofSharon’sface.«Isays,’Gitback!’Isays.Isays,’Iknowedthedevilwasrampagin’inthisherecamp.NowIknowwhothedevilis.Gitback,Satan,’Isays.An’,byChris’hegotback!Tremblin’hewas,an’sneaky.Says,’Please!’Says,’Pleasedon’makethefolksunhappy.’Isays,’Unhappy?
