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Miss Amelia scowled and hardened her right fist "You are welcome to it," she said.
"He is on parole. He is out of the penitentiary."
The face of Miss Amelia was very dark, and she shivered although the night was warm. Stumpy MacPhail and Merlie Ryan [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] pushed aside their checker game. The café was very quiet.
"Who?" asked Cousin Lymon. His large, pale ears seemed to grow on his head and stiffen. "What?"
Miss Amelia slapped her hands palm down on the table. "Because Marvin Macy is a --" But her voice hoarsened and after a few moments she only said: "He belongs to be in that penitentiary the balance of his life."
"What did he do?" asked Cousin Lymon.
There was a long pause, as no one knew exactly how to answer this. "He robbed three filling stations," said Stumpy MacPhail. But his words did not sound complete and there was a feeling of sins left unmentioned.
The hunchback was impatient. He could not bear to be left out of anything, even a great misery. The name Marvin Marcy was unknown to him, but it tantalized him as did any mention of subjects which others knew about and of which he was ignorant -- such as any reference to the old sawmill that had been torn down before he came, or a chance wo