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122  The Conjure Woman

  "Pete did n' know w'at de cunjuh man wuz dribin' at, but he did n' daster stay way; en so dat night, w'en he'd done eat his bacon en his hoe-cake, en drunk his 'lasses-en-water, he put a bridle on de mule, en rid 'im down ter de cunjuh man's cabin. W'en he got ter de do', he lit en hitch' de mule, en den knock' at de do'. He felt mighty jubous 'bout gwine in, but he was bleedst ter do it; he knowed he could n' he'p 'isse'f.
  " 'Pull de string,' sez a weak voice, en w'en Pete lif' de latch en went in, de cunjuh man was layin' on de bed, lookin' pale en weak, lack he did n' hab much longer fer ter lib.
  " 'Is you fotch' de mule?' sezee.
  "Pete say yes, en da cunjuh man kep' on.
  " 'Brer Pete,' sezee, 'I's a be'n a monst'us sinner man, en I's done a p[ower er wickedness endyoin' er my days; but de good Lawd is wash' my