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Dred 18: POLL. Very pretty. Cripps, didn't you tell me this old nigger was to be my property, to do as I liked with? CRIPPS. (L.) Yes, my love—to be sure I did. POLL. (striking TIFF.) Then—there, you black trash, take that. Dred I 241: She blasts at him every time he comes here, and he blasts at her. Dred I 156: I was amused enough [...] with Old Hundred’s indignation at having to get out the carriage and horses to go over to what he called a cracker funeral! Dred I 320: You strong electioners think you’s among the elect! [...] You wouldn’t be so crank about it, if you didn’t! Dred I 195: Laws sakes, Miss Nina! Dred I 238: ‘What did you have to eat?’ [...] ‘Found some old bones round the nigger-houses.’. Dred I 324: ‘You got a good cook in your lot, hey?’ ‘Got a prime one [...] a number one cook , and no mistake!’. Dred I 324: This is the Lord’s ground here; so shut up your swearing. Dred I 241: ‘Tom it does very well for a young man to have a spree once in one or two months. [...] But,’ says I, ‘Tom, to spree all the time won’t do.’. Dred I 322: Abijah [...] was recreating himself by carrying on a discussion with a fat, little turnipy brother of the Methodist persuasion.