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26 The Conjure Woman 

Dugal' ax 'im, sorter keerless, like ez ef he des thought of it,-
"'How you like de nigger I sole you las' spring?"
"Henry's marster shuck his head en knock de ashes off'n his seegyar. 
"'Spec' I made a bad bahgin when I bought dat nigger. Henry done good wuk all de summer, but sence de fall set in he 'pears ter be sorter pinin' away. Dey ain' nuffin pertickler de matter wid 'im - leastways de doctor say so - 'cep'n' a tech er de rheumatiz; but his ha'r is all fell out, en ef he don't pick up his strenk mighty soon, I spec' I'm gwine ter lose 'im.'
"Dey smoked on awhile, en bimeby old mars say, 'Well, a bahgin's a bahgin's a bah-gin, but you en me is good fren's, en I doan wan'ter see you lose all de money you paid fer dat nigger; en ef w'at you say is so, en I ain't 'sputin' it, he ain't wuf much now. I 'spec's you wukked