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Rh Woe unto thee, Chorazin! Woe unto thee, Bethsady! Fer

[Springs up menacingly]

Woe unto you if you don’t quit bawlin’ Scripture in my years! [ recoils, taking refuge behind seats himself again.] You don’t know what you’re a-talkin’ about, nohow! If your brains ’us turned to dynamite, they wouldn’t be enough of ’em to blow the hat offen your head! [To, with a puzzled expression] Sompen outen the ordinary’s happened to him!

[His eyes on ]

Yeh, an’ he don’t seem to want to tell about it!

If you’d ever experienced real religion yourselves, you’d know what’s the matter with him!

Humph! What makes you think what he’s got’s real religion?

By their fruits ye shall know ’em. When I mourned fer Sid you an’ Matt didn’t bring me no comfort. All you thought of wus vengeance. But I feel comforted