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Hillsboro People

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 910    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

cold viands for the Sabbath dinner, while the men stood in a gro

words this day as never before," said one of them. "One more s

him out?" asked the minister f

thoughtless, and the lake burning with brimstone, did almost affright me who for many years now h

bore him out?" repeated

down the street. The hen and chickens fled with shrill cries at his approach, and the old negress stopped her song. After he had pa

of his wife as he stepped inside the

ead reassuringly. "Nay, he i

he sight his father sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. The boy sprang upon him with a cry

iel, the blessed ease when all this travail is gon

e thing-I know I am not one of the saved. My heart is all full of carnal pleasures and des

t his hand over the quivering lips. "Be not

ents went out for second meeting, leaving him alone in the house. "Confidence must be rooted out of his tabernacle," sa

ay, and felt an icy stirring in the roots of his hair at the realization that his misery lay within, that the wa

he came opposite the minister's house, thinking herself alone, she burst into a gay, rapid song, the words of which she so mutilated in her barbarous accent that

r calling. She paused, startled. "How can you si

, sweet voice. She had never learned the difference between the pronouns. "She's be'n gatherin' yarbs in the w

quivered. "But they say if you love those things and if they make you glad you are damn

. "Lord love ye, chile, dat's white folks' talk. Dat don't scare a old black woman!" She shifted her basket to the other arm and prepar

e had disappeared between the tree trunks of the forest, the breeze bore back to him a last joyous whoop of "

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