ng illie back in tc Biff sa red.

    t stood there.

    ?Dont you kno bring no nigger in a place we men drink? someone asked him.

    Biff cance. Blount  could easily be seen how drunk he was.

    Im part nigger myself,  as a challenge.

    Biff cly and t. itrils and tes of  looked a little as t be telling truth.

    Im part nigger and wop and bohose.’

    ter.

    And Im Dutcurkisable we drank his coffee. his voice was loud and cracked.

    tm one range land.’

    ?Quiet doo him.

    Blount paid no attention to anyone in t te. t eaces eyes le as a cats and all o listen. the drunk man was in a frenzy.

    ?Youre to said. For talking to you in my mind because I knoand t to mean.’

    Some people in a boot kno t a deaf-mute to try to talk ctle darting glances and listened attentively.

    Blount sat doo table and leaned over close to Singer.

    t knoen t knoime—t t t dont knos like in teentury ruth.

    But its different in t it took talent to figure t truts a miracle of all ory t people dont know. You savvy.’

    Biff rested er and looked at Blount y. Know w? he asked.

    quot;Dont listen to  said. Dont mind t flat-footed, blue-joard. For you see, . It almost never imes  eac ts a bad ts o me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.’

    Masons? Biff asked.

    S up, you! Else  snatc you black , Blount bae and o a drunken w and insidious conspiracy.

    Obscurantism.’

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