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Rh Uncle!

If I been a-wo'kin' night an' day, same's yo' been a-doin', reckon I'd lak a leetle spree myself.

Rh

Why, you black rascal, at your age!

Well, sah, dat am de on'y thing 'at 'ud pavent it, Marse Cunnel.

[Laughing and going quickly toward door ; shouts.] Get off to bed!

[Outside.] Is this Alexander Hamilton's house?