"Yo' know yo' won't do dat."
"Is dat so?"
"Yo' know yo' won't...."
"Fo' true?"
"Yo' too kind. Yo' won't—yo' like me—"
"Oh, is dat de saht o' man yo' is, eh?"
"Wha' yo' mean? Tahlk, ooman, what saht o' man is dat?"
"T'ink dat ev'y ooman is de same. But yo' is a dam liar! Nutting can frighten me. All dem bag o' flour yo' 'a' got, an' dem silk shut, an' dem gold teets, an' dem Palama hats, yo' a spote round heah wid—dem don't frighten me. I is a woman what is usta t'ings. I got me hogs an' me fowls an' me potatoes. No wooden foot neygah man can frighten me wit' he clothes or he barrels o' cologne...."
Yellow kerchief mopping his brow, he walked off ... peg step, peg step ... leaving Ella by the well, gazing with defiance in her being.