human
You has the baby,
gpt
She belongs to Fancy. I bain't afeard for they two.
human
Be you afeard for yourself, Susan?
gpt
I bain't afeard o' Hell, and I bain't going to Heaven. For why? Heaven and Hell be here on earth--and nowheres else.
human
Susan----!
gpt
Ay, you be mazed, and no wonder. But I be come to that. I believed in God A'mighty; I believed in Satan--for sixty long years. But such belief be clean gone.
human
You be wrong, Susan. It ain't in me to argufy wi' 'ee, and, maybe, tear both our hearts. But you be wrong. The swallers knows better'n that. Who gave 'em their wisdom? I says no more but this: God sent His Own People into the wilderness, where you be, and He brought 'em out.