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 You don' know 'bout all dem things I fetched in my valise fo you. I got fine presents fo you an' Unex, too. Don' be so rash wid you talk. Wait! Lemme show you"

He picked up the suitcase from the bottom step. It was heavy. Bulging. He laid it down on the ground to open it. His fingers fumbled with the straps. But Mary stopped him.

"Don' open dat satchel, July! Don' unbuckle a strap in my yard. No! You own sister is a-livin right yonder down de street. Take you foot in you hand an' go to em. I don't want you or anyting you got."

July looked astonished. He took a purse out of his pocket. It was fat and full. He had brought money. Lots of money!

"Looka dis, Si May-e. I fetched all dis for you. All dis." He opened it and smoothed out the bills. Selecting the top one, he held it up.

"Ten dollars fo Unex," he said, then, taking the rest, he held it out to her. "Dis rest is fo you."

The light flickered weak in the sky. The world was dim. It was hard to send July away. Her charm could hold him faithful to her as long as she lived. Her blood raced through her body. The twilight showed that he was the same old July who had broken her heart, whose face