g c's List: Hurston

• Syke Jones aint wuth de shot an' powder hit would tek tuh kill 'em
• There oughter be a law about him," said Lindsay. "He aint fit tuh carry guts tuh a bear

• he done got too biggety to live--an' we oughter kill 'im," Old Man Anderson advised.  

  A grunt of approval went around the porch. But the heat was melting their civic virtue
• This time she did not run away with averted eyes as usual. She stood for a long time in the doorway in a red fury that grew bloodier for every second that she regarded the creature that was her torment.

• Finally, she grew quiet, and after that, coherent thought. With this, stalked through her a cold, bloody rage. Hours of this. A period of introspection, a space of retrospection, then a mixture of both. Out of this an awful calm.  

  "Well, Ah done de bes' Ah could. If things aint right, Gawd knows taint mah fault."  
• He hurried to the kitchen door, but hung outside there some minutes before he entered, and stood some minutes more inside before he closed it after him.
• "Oh, fuh de light! Ah thought he'd be too sick"
• onto the bed.
• that eye that must, could not, fail to see the tubs. He would see the lamp
• that eye which must know by now that she knew.

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