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—I didn't do nothin', only I wondered haow 'twud be ef I did— They say meat makes blood an' flesh, an' gives ye new life, so I wondered ef 'twudn't make a man live longer an' longer ef 'twas more the same—" But the whisperer never continued. I DIDN'T DO NOTHIN ONLY I WONDERED HOW TWOULD BE IF I DID THEY SAY MEAT MAKES BLOOD AND FLESH AND GIVES YOU NEW LIFE SO I WONDERED IF TWOULDN'T MAKE A MAN LIVE LONGER AND LONGER EF TWAS MORE THE SAME BUT THE WHISPER NEVER CONTINUED
 un here. Arter I got the book off Eb I uster look at it a lot, especial when I’d heerd Passon Clark rant o’ Sundays in his big wig. Onct I tried suthin’ funny—here, young Sir, don’t git skeert—all I done was ter look at the picter afore I kilt the sheep for market—killin’ sheep was kinder more fun arter lookin’ at it—” The tone of the old man now sank very low, sometimes becoming so faint that his words were hardly audible. I listened to the rain, and to the rattling of the bleared, small-paned windows, and marked a rumbling of approaching thunder quite unusual for the season. Once a terrific flash and peal shook the frail house to its foundations, but the whisperer seemed not to notice it. “Killin’ sheep was kinder more fun—but d’ye know, ’twan’t quite satisfyin’. Queer haow a cravin’ gits a holt on ye— As ye love the Almighty, young man, don’t tell nobody, but I swar ter Gawd thet picter begun ta make me hungry fer victuals I couldn’t raise nor buy—here, set still, what’s ailin’ ye? R I'M RIGHT SOT ON THIS UN HERE AFTER I'D GOT THE BOOK OFF EBB I USED TO LOOK AT IT A LOT ESPECIAL WHEN I'D HEERD PASS'N CLARK RAN TO SUNDAYS IN HIS BIG WIG ONCE I TRIED SOMETHIN FUNNY HERE YOUNG SIR DON'T GET SKEERED ALL I DONE WAS TO LOOK AT THE PICTURE AFORE I KILLED THE SHEEP FOR MARKET KILN SHEEP WAS KINDER MORE FUN AFTER LOOKING AT IT THE TONE OF THE OLD MAN NOW SUNK VERY LOW SOMETIMES BECOMING SO FAINT THAT HIS WORDS WERE HARDLY AUDIBLE I LISTENED TO THE RAIN AND TO THE RATTLING OF THE BLEARED SMALL PANED WINDOWS AND MARKED A RUMBLING OF APPROACHING THUNDER QUITE UNUSUAL FOR THE SEASON ONCE A TERRIFIC FLASH AND PEAL SHOOK THE FRAIL HOUSE TO ITS FOUNDATIONS BUT THE WHISPERER SEEMED NOT TO NOTICE IT KILLING SHEEP WAS KINDER MORE FUN BUT YOU KNOW TWA'N'T QUITE SATISFYING QUEER HOW A CRAVEN GETS A HOLE DANIA AS YOU LOVE THE ALMIGHTY YOUNG MAN DON'T TELL NOBODY BUT I SWEAR TO GOD THAT PICTUR BEGUN TO MAKE ME HUNGRY FOR VICTUALS I COULDN'T RAISE NOR BUY HERE SET STILL WHAT'S AILING YE
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