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Rh "Oh, shet yo' mouf!" she shouted. "I air got mo' sense in my wool than you has in yo' haid. I tells you ter let ol' Mam' Peachy git the reins an' she'll drive over that ol' Bob Taylor till he's so flattened out he won't have no mo' thickness ter him than a inyon peel. Ain't the l'yer done tol' you what yo' rights air?"

"Yes, but he done said ter lay low about it!"

"Well, I wa' a layin' low, as low as a snake's hips. You'd better not be a bossin' er me. I ain't takin' no bossin' from you nor no other white man. Do yer understand'?" panted Aunt Peachy hoarsely.