er.

    Copeland s t be able to ogeter all. If t talk too muco  ter all. Maybe t ed.

    it pausing to  tside try and treet. Clouds mospill t trict  up in a straight, unbroken line.

    As Jake case bumped a en o look behind him.

    Copeland lived all too eadily denser, and foretold a fall.

    tters  tchen. A hollow,

    desperate disappointment made y and  lose ts beat  to t but no one  o do except to go to tion Portia.

    ed to be near t  stand to see track in t  of stairs imes. oia ctle boy h her.

    No, sir, Mr. Blount, Portia said. I kno of  aken Fat in try t no business telling you exactly  and not mincter.’

    You dont o minc why?’

    After time you come to see us Fated o die. It taken us a long time to get o sit up.   a lot stronger   bitter against  no. And besides, if you dont mindspeaking out,  her,  anyway?’

    Notand.’

    Us colored peoples  like anybody else. And I stand by . Fat a sick old colored man and rouble already. Us got to look after  anxious to see you—I kno.’