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Dah, now, I t'ought dat you'd hug me up close.  Go back, ol' buggah, you sha'n't have dis boy. He ain't no tramp, ner no straggler, of co'se;  He 's pappy's pa'dner an' playmate an' joy. Come to you' pallet now—go to yo' res';  Wisht you could allus know ease an' cleah skies; Wisht you could stay jes' a chile on my breas'—  Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes!

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