til it midnig t ill sat on ttom steps, bent over miserably ing on ood s, one foot resting on tep of tairs. S for a long time. en seen in slig appears to be bot last s;I dont kno;
"Im Lymon illis," said the hunchback.
"ell, e on in," s;Some supper in tove and you eat."
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"Sit do; said Miss Amelia. "Ill just warm up ws ;
It oget nig grudge of potatoes. Miss Amelia ate slo able, bent over te, and braced on t smelled food in montear crept do a little leftover tear a not all. table rimmed, burning blue at ting a t e carefully bread, and t syrup over t t e. ilted back ig, a arm besleeves -- an unscious took table and jerked oaircase as an invitation for to folloer her.
Above tore t tremely . And noaking up y little ranger, e from God knoeps at a time, t made on taircase , ted sore of town.
t m oenants ting out tobacco plants. to t blue so out early rees ligheir blossoms.
Miss Amelia came do about daly set about er in t to see about y, plaon, up to tore in t. But no one as yet and till no e guest. A fe Miss Amelias moter -- but ter. As for t it rumped-up business. And to surely s of ter feeding to o tore. Miss Amelia ore for a o o puzzled and talkative.
t day Miss Amelia did not open tore, but stayed locked up iarted -- terrible t tory about unned by it tarted by a every times of urned suddenly and said:
"I kno suitcase."
atement of fact. And to ale to up t day. In it to s burial is of too prison, t old in ed ail. It rained and t in tals, o Miss Amelia, even put on Sunday clot ogetreet, talking and core.
It rue to say t all toook part in tival. t Miss Amelia, being ric go out of o murder a vagabond for a ferifles of junk. In to t even for terest and t otion it ail; it gave to to tentiary and beirocuted in Atlanta. t rary in every single respect as sed to suc t t once -- t. t Miss Amelia queer of face, raised motary man, t early in youto be six feet t natural for a s of life oo peculiar ever to reason about. Above all, t unreasonable sdal ever to own.
So t toy. And for a debt, etting ter ing toion, a ridiculous little iickle, and a deep, unnamable sadness. But enoug of town was making a ernoon.
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