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	Â sigh punctuated James‘ monologue, and his old face was shedowed by a look of fear.

	‘~ow I gwine tell you the troof. Now that it‘s all over I don‘t find. lire ~ ~ ~ ~ ~i~j age, as it was in slavery time v;ileri I was cbiliun down on Larster‘s plantation. ~hen I did.n‘ have tc worry ‘b(~UT whar my clothes and my somepin‘ to eat was commn‘ fron. or whar I was gwine to sleep. Marster tu}: keer of all that. _~w I ein‘t able for to wuk and make a livin‘ and hit‘s sho‘ rn.oughty liard on thuis old nigger.“