You needn't think he doesn't know just where you gripped that convention tight, and just where you let him have it to play with.

He's got more money than you have, and he's going to spend it to give you some of your own medicine or worse, if he can.

He's like a mule that lays for the nigger that put burrs under his collar.

You're that particular nigger just now.

You've made a mistake, Morton." "But Aunt Sally--I didn't--" "About that newspaper, Morton," she continued, ignoring him.