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Chapter 22
How’bouttheirsoul?How’boutthemdeadbabiesan’thempoorsinnersruint’countofplay-actin’?’Hejes’looked,an’hegiveasickgrinan’wentaway.HeknowedwhenhemetarealtestifiertotheLord.Isays,’I’ma-helpin’Jesuswatchthegoin’s-on.An’youan’themothersinnersain’tgittin’awaywithit.’"Shepickedupherboxofdirtyclothes.«Youtakeheed.Iwarnedyou.Youtakeheedathatporechileinyourbellyan’keepoutasin.»Andshestrodeawaytitanically,andhereyesshonewithvirtue.
RoseofSharonwatchedhergo,andthensheputherheaddownonherhandsandwhimperedintoherpalms.Asoftvoicesoundedbesideher.Shelookedup,ashamed.Itwasthelittlewhite-cladmanager.«Don’tworry,"hesaid.«Don’tyouworry.»
Hereyesblindedwithtears.«ButIdoneit,"shecried.«Ihug-danced.Ididn’tellher.IdoneitinSallisaw.Mean’Connie.»
«Don’tworry,"hesaid.
«ShesaysI’lldropthebaby.»
«Iknowshedoes.Ikindofkeepmyeyeonher.She’sagoodwoman,butshemakespeopleunhappy.»
RoseofSharonsniffledwetly.«Sheknowedtwogirlslos’theirbabyrightinthisherecamp.»
Themanagersquatteddowninfrontofher.«Look!»hesaid.
«Listentome.Iknowthemtoo.Theyweretoohungryandtootired.Andtheyworkedtoohard.Andtheyrodeonatruckoverbumps.Theyweresick.Itwasn’ttheirfault.»
«Butshesaid—"
«Don’tworry.Thatwomanlikestomaketrouble.»
«Butshesaysyouwasthedevil.»
«Iknowshedoes.
