The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson • Paragraph 298
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"I'll let you know mighty quick whether I means it or not! You call me names, en as good as spit on me when I comes here po' en ornery en 'umble, to praise you for bein' growed up so fine en handsome, en tell you how I used to nuss you en tend you en watch you when you 'uz sick en hadn't no mother but me in de whole worl', en beg you to give de po' ole nigger a dollah for to git her som'n' to eat, en you call me names--names, dad blame you! Yassir, I gives you jes one chance mo', and dat's now, en it las' on'y a half a second--you hear?"