of t urning to gray feat e dark.

    t entiary. Not a living soul in all too see  t siger mot s into tears. But not Marvin Macy.  on teps of tar, and e meat to go round. After eating tled  and  sleeping place in t room and roubled by dreams.

    Miss Amelia did not open t nig long.

    Marvin Macy brougune, rig, as could be expected. t day turned suddenly, and it became . Even in ticky sultriness in tmospten smell of te soes   t, and mucy  sausage could keep in sucer a fe, and an atmospe. orse yet, a family reunion near te pork roast and died, every one of t  ted -- and  ? People orn betaste of pork, and t ime of e and confusion.

    t t t and paraded up and doar. ill rong s too famous for o get  measured only by tual sins ted. true, ations. And before t enderest girls in ty, and laug it Any number of ed against  quite apart from t  meanness t clung to  like a smell. Anoted, not even in August, and t surely is a sign h pondering over.

    No seemed to to entiary in Atlanta   on Cousin Lymon be explained? For since first setting eyes on Marvin Macy tural spirit. Every minute ed to be follotract attention to ill Marvin Macy eitreated efully or failed to notice  all. Sometimes ter of t porcelephone wire, and grieve publicly.

    quot;But aring at s closed tight.

    quot;O; groaned to upset t ;o Atlanta.quot;

    Miss Amelia ience raveling; trip to Atlanta or traveled fifty miles from o see tless people s;Going to Atlanta does no credit to ;

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