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 liber dat message tuh Lody, I goin' tuh hab nigger blood on my soul w'en I stan' at de jedgement. Now yuh gots dat straight in yuh head?"

Mingo nodded assent. He was beyond the power to speak.

The big negress jerked him suddenly to his feet, propelled him across the room and into the stygian recesses of the closet. Then she slammed the door, turned the immense iron key in the lock, and dropped it in her pocket.

"Well, dat's dat!" she remarked, as she wiped a moist, mystified face upon a corner of her apron. "Mus' hab been Jedus done um atter all." Then, as though to dismiss the matter, she added: "No, I be damn ef he did. He ain't gots it in um."