? ? ? ? Well, Mary Jane she lit out the back way, I reckon; because nobody see her go. When I struck Susan and the harelip, I says:
? ? ? ? "What's the name of them people over on t'other side of the river that you all goes to see sometimes?"
? ? ? ? They says:
? ? ? ? "There's several; but it's the Proctors, mainly."
? ? ? ? "That's the name," I says; "I most forgot it. Well, Miss Mary Jane she told me to tell you she's gone over there in a dreadful hurry- one of them's sick."
? ? ? ? "Which one?"
? ? ? ? "I don't know; leastways I kinder forget; but I think it's-"
? ? ? ? "Sakes alive, I hope it ain't Hanner?"
? ? ? ? "I'm sorry to say it," I says, "but Hanner's the very one.
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