yuh ain't gots no use fuh he. He a cripple, an' a beggar."
"He de man wid goats"
"Yes, he gots goat."
The woman's eyes narrowed to dark, unfathomable slits.
"I hyuh say he gits good money fum de w'ite folks," she said slowly.
In silence the meal was finished. Then the woman steadied herself a moment with hands against a table, and, without a word to Maria, walked quickly, with an almost haughty carriage, from the room.
She crossed the narrow drive with a decisive tread, opened the door of Porgy's room, entered, and closed the door behind her.
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It was late afternoon. Serena Robbins entered the court, paused at Porgy's door, and gave a sharp rap on the weathered panel. The door was opened by a woman. The visitor looked through her, and spoke directly to Porgy, who sat within.
"I gots good news," she announced. "I done been tuh see my w'ite folks 'bout Peter; an' dey say dey gots a friend who is a lawyer, an' he kin git um out. I tell um
