"
"That's true."
"Starbuck, ain't yo' eyes wide enough open to see that I kin ruin you?"
"Yes, Lije, with his eyes half shet a man kin see a rattlesnake."
"Then with both of 'em wide open he ought to see a panther."
"I'm a lookin' at you."
"That's all right, Starbuck. But we've passed the time fur beatin' about
the bush."
"I ain't a beatin', Lije."
"Starbuck, do you want to be ruined?"
"Stop!"
"Do you want to see yo' wife with her head bowed down on the table?"
"Stop!"
"Do you want to hear yo' daughter cryin' down thar in the valley?"
"I tell you to stop!"
"Do you want to know that the little grave down yander--"
"Stop, Peters, stop!" the old man cried, and then held forth his hands.
"You don't see nuthin' red on my hands, do you? Look, they are jest as
nature made 'em. Peters, fur God's sake don't turn 'em red."
"That's good talk, Starbuck, an' it mout belong to the pulpit but not to
business, an' I'm a business man."
"Yes, you look like it."
"And I'll act like it, too; I'll tell you that fur yo' own infermation.
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