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150 some now [she pats hand protectingly] an’ Rufe done it.

Shucks! If comfort in time o’ trouble ’us religion, most folks could git more of it outen a bottle o’ licker ’n they could outen the Bible! [He looks straight at as he says this.]

[Angrily]

Are you accusin’ me o’ bein’ loaded?

Right up to the gills, Rufe. You’re drunk on sompen. I dunno whether it’s licker er religion.

What difference does it make? One’s jist as dangerous as t’other when it gits into a cracked head.

The time ’ll come, Andy, when you’ll wish you’d prayed ’stid o’ scoffin’!

Yeh, you’ll be beggin’ Rufe yit fer a drop o’ water to cool your tongue in Torment!