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88 The Conjure Woman

see, en yo teen fake out so you can't eat, en yo' years grow up so you can't heat. W'en you is fooling' wid a cunjuh 'oman lack me, you got ter min' yo' P's en Q's er dey 'll be trouble sho' 'nuff.' 
"So co'se Solomon went down ter Aun' Peggy's dat night, en she gun 'im a roasted sweet'n' 'tater. 
"'You take dis yer sweet'n' 'tater,' sez she, - 'I done goophered it 'speshly for dat noo _, so you better not eat it yo'se'f er you'll wrush you had n', - en slip off ter town, en fin' dat strange man, en grim 'im dis sweet'n' 'tater. He mus' eat it befo' mawnin', sho', ef he doan wanter be sol' erway ter Noo Orleens.' 
"'But s'posen de patteroles ketch me, Aun' Peggy, w'at I gwine ter do? 'sez Solomon. 
"' De patteroles ain' gwine tech you, but ef you fin' dat -, I'm wine git you, en you'll fin' me wusser'n