 
 <prompt> CHAPTER XI. THE ASHBURNS 

Gregory Ashburn push back im chair and try stand up from di table wey he and im brother don chop. 

E be tall, heavily built man, with a coarse, florid face wey dey inside frame of reddish hair wey dey hang straight and limp. Na only for di hair colour dem resemble. For di rest Joseph dey slim and middle weight, im face dey pale, im lips thin, and im get cunning expression wey dey look very evil because of di slight cast for im colourless eyes. 

In di past Gregory no dey ugly; immorality and laziness don make am fat and coarse. Joseph, on di other hand, never fine reach. 

"Tis one week since Worcester field fight," Gregory dey complain, dey look sideways for di mullioned windows as e talk, "and never a word from di boy." 

Joseph shrug im narrow shoulders and dey sneer. Na Joseph dey always sneer when e talk, and im words dey always match di sneer. 

"Di lack of news dey worry you?" e ask, dey look across di table at im brother. 

Gregory stand up without look Joseph for eye. 

"Truth be say e dey worry me," e mutter. 

"And yet," Joseph talk, "na natural thing. When battles happen, e no dey strange for men to die." 

Gregory waka slowly go di window, and dey look outside at di trees for di park wey autumn dey quick remove dia leaves. <response>: 1. reddish
2. no
3. e hang straight and limp
4. False.
5. No, no always.
6. Gregory
7. False.
8. Dem be brothers.
9. men dey die
10. autumn
11. unknown
12. No.
13. colourless
14. dining
15. mullioned windows
16. the trees of the park
17. Gregory
18. the colour of their hair
19. e go dey sneer
20. debauchery and sloth 