"Oi ent gwine giv' up hope, Charlie, Oi still got my truss in de Lord."
"Yuh is ah bettah uman dan Oi is ah man, Oi know."
"If um is de will uh de Lord fuh me tuh suffer like dis, Oi is willin'. Didn't Christ die on Calvary's Cross tuh save yuh an' me an' Lucian—"
"Who, dat vargybun', don't put 'e 'long side o' me, Oi ent wan' none o' 'e nasty self fi' tetch me."
Some one intruded upon them. Sarah wiped away a tear. It was difficult to be there, denuding herself before that woman and her saucy girl children.
She came in, one of the girls at her side. "Hexcuse me, Charlie, but wuh yo' say, le' dem go?"
"Go weh?" he roared suddenly looking up.
"To de fungshan, no?" she replied, scornful of his brilliant memory.
"Chu," he said, turning back to Sarah, and staring at her searchingly, "All de time sochalizin', sochalizin'." He swiveled back round "Ah say no! Yo' heah? No! Dem a stay in de house!"
"But it no a gineral saht o' shindig," she pleaded, "it a Miss Coaltrass dawtah what a hav' it."