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You knows Niggers aint s'posed to always know de right from de wrong. Dey aint got Marsters to teach 'em now. For de white folks to come down here an' do lak dey do, I tells you, it aint right. De quality white folks ought-a do somethin' bout it. "I's had a right hard life, but I puts my faith in de Lawd an' I know ever'thing gwine come out all right.
Kate hesitated. The shivering body in her arms felt so small to her. "I 'spect he did," said Adam. "All day he was fussing after you stopped the roar." Then he added casually: "The old fool ought-a known better. I 'spect he was drunk again!" "Oh, Adam!" cried Kate, setting him on the porch. "Oh, Adam! What makes you say that?" "Oh, all of them at school say that," scoffed Adam.
I always had a-plenty t'eat, better'n I can git now. I was better off when I was a slave dan I is now, 'cause I had ever'thing furnished me den. Now I got to do it all myse'f. "My Marster was a Catholic. One thing I can thank dem godly white folks for, dey raise' me right. Dey taught me out o' God's word, 'Our Father which art in Heaven. Ever'body ought-a know dat prayer."
She keeps right on goin'. Then he runs back 'n' yanks the trolley off, 'n' she begins to slow down. 'Git your trunk an' fetch it to where I stop at! he hollers. 'The cut-off ain't workin' just like it ought-a this mornin'. "We lugs the trunk down to the car 'n' puts her on the back platform. "'That's the way things goes! says Orphy. 'I hadn't figgered on no trunk.
"Two, t'ree years I know dat woman don' care no more 'bout me, Alexandra Bergson. I know she after some other man. I know her, oo-oo! An' I ain't never hurt her. I never would-a done dat, if I ain't had dat gun along. I don' know what in hell make me take dat gun. She always say I ain't no man to carry gun. If she been in dat house, where she ought-a been But das a foolish talk."
“You ought-a git married, Eleanore,” said Philippina, as she blew on a hot coal, “’deed you ought; it’s the right time for you.” “Ah, leave me alone,” said Eleanore angrily. Philippina crouched still lower on the hearth: “I mean well by you, I do,” she said. “You’re simply killing yourself here. With your white skin and sugary eyes—uhm, uhm! You bet if I had ’em like yours I’d git one.
A big freckled guy with red hair is runnin' her 'n' I know just by lookin' at him it's Orphy. "'Howdy, boys, he says to us when he gets to where we're standin'. 'Jump aboard! I'm goin' down far as the pumpin' station an' the brakes ain't workin' just like they'd ought-a this mornin'. "'We've got a trunk, I says. "'Oh! he says, 'n' spins the whirligig.
Slaves like us, what was owned by quality-folks, was sati'fied an' didn' sing none of dem freedom songs. I recollec' one song dat us could sing. It went lak dis: 'Drinkin' o' de wine, drinkin' o' de wine, Ought-a been in heaven three-thousan' yeahs A-drinkin' o' dat wine, a-drinkin' o' dat wine. Us could shout dat one. "I was a grown-up man wid a wife an' two chillun when de War broke out.
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