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“Yes, sir,” Abraham said “Sometime they cut off pieces To take for souvenirs And soeneral store At the barber shop Ten cent for a nigger toe Twenty-five cent for a nigger thumb”

I waved ly explosion of blood on the front of Jimmy Patton’s trousers

“That’s right,” said Abrahaers and toes”

I felt light-headed and nauseated again “Just—just stop talking for a minute, would you, Abraham?”

I sawed at the rope with a knife for what seeround with a sickening thud

Soot the Indian blanket out from under Abraham’s saddle and wrapped it around the dead ot Jior

“We better get out of here,” Abraha us for sure”

“Where? I don’t see anybody”

“I don’t see ’e us, just the same”

We h the peach orchard, onto the road, all the way back to toithoutit would help to be out front But there was nowhere to ithout breathing in the s flesh, the coppery smell of his blood

“I’m ready to write that report, Abraham,” I said

“Yes, sir,” he said “I iine you are”

Chapter 52

SUDDENLY IT WAS SUNDAY, and I was back in a world I recognized I didn’t adhthearted I splashed my face with lilac water and clipped a fresh collar to ht yellow door of Elizabeth Begley’s white mansion that I admitted what hadher again

The door swung open even before I could knock At a house so grand, I naturally expected to be greeted by a servant, but instead I found the door opened by its owner, Elizabeth’s husband, a short, bald man with an amiable ston, attorney at law,” he said