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    how?’

    Give me your pretty colored chalk. I promise a big crowd.’

    Ive seen your signs, Simms said.  quot;orkers! America Is t Country in t a tarving.

    e and Demand Our S;—all t.

    Your signs are radical. I  let you use my chalk.’

    But I dont plan to e signs.’

    Simms fingered ted suspiciously.

    til get you a fine cros at eaco point t, plump, bare-tailed------’

    Babylonian! this.’

    Jake crossed over to tarted toher.’

    Sinner, t seven-fifteen s h. Be saved.’

    Singer   s t old to Singer, and  seemed to  t. And o end  anyouco, and t so many ed to a girl . here no longer. he was alone.

    A wall, a fligairs, an open road.

    Jake locked to eat. y and only a feer  in tcable. ty fluff ed on the floor.

    Papers tered all about tly ten many s notices and distributed to..O.C. Is Your Best Friend. Some of tices consisted of only one sentence, oto entitled quot;ty Between Our Democracy and, Fascism.’

    For a montyping and making carbons on typeer at tributing them by hand.

    . But w good

    done? A tooo big for any one man. And now he was leaving.

    But ime? ties called to on, Gastonia, Ne out of tlessness and   time.  long for open space and freedom—just t to  attempt to stand alone. times .

    Jake moved t of tcase and a pile of books and dirty clotiently o pack. to ic, so t it o try to reason ill terrible anger t t t nigo understand. Copeland knetalion. And o quarrel h