<Now it was Sutpen who looked away, turning suddenly, brusquely. "Get the jug," he said, sharply.

"Sho, Kernel," Wash said.

There were some, negroes, other poor whites, who believed that Wash was watching his granddaughter's presently

Now Wash's gaze no longer questioned. It was tranquil, serene. "I aint afraid. Because you air brave.
It aint that you were a brave man and got a paper to show hit from General Lee. But you air brave.
That's where hit's different. Hit dont need no no ticket from nobody to know that. And I know that
whatever you handle or tech, whether it's a regiment or a ignorant gal or a hound dog, you will
make hit right."

Now it was Sutpen who looked away, turning suddenly, brusquely. "Get the jug," he said sharply.

"Sho, Kernel," Wash said. <It was 2 years before the girl's shape began to change and become obvious.>

<Two years later
<<when the girl's shape began to change an>>
there were some, negroes or poor whites like himself, who believed that he was watching>
<Two years later, when the girl's shape began to change and become <<apparent>> obvious, there were some,
negroes or poor whites like himself, who believed that Wash was>

It was 2 years before the girl's shape began to change and become obvious. Then the occasional
negro
[margin: <who passed>]
and the half drunk poor whites of Wash's kind who loafed all day before the store, <to watch
the 3 of them> <began to watch the 3 of them like <<figures>> actors that came and went upon a
stage: the grandfather, the old [illegible], the girl with her air half brazen and half shrinking> believed that
Wash contemplated his granddaughter with triumph and glee. They said: "Wash Jones has fixed old
Sutpen at last. Hit taken him 20 years, but he has done hit at last."