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James Whitcomb Riley - Sister Jones`s Confession
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I thought the deacon liked me, yit
  I warn`t adzackly shore of it--
  Fer, mind ye, time and time agin,
  When jiners `ud be comin` in,
  I`d seed him shakin` hands as free
  With all the sistern as with me!
  But jurin` last Revival, where
  He called on _me_ to lead in prayer,
  An` kneeled there with me, side by side,
  A-whisper`n` "he felt sanctified
  Jes` tetchin of my gyarment`s hem,"--
  That settled things as fur as them-
  Thare other wimmin was concerned!--
  And--well!--I know I must a-turned
  A dozen colors!--_Flurried_?--_la_!--
  No mortal sinner never saw
  A gladder widder than the one
  A-kneelin` there and wonderun`
  Who`d pray`--So glad, upon my word,
  I railly could n`t thank the Lord!
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