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He don’t go to chinch or nothing, but he not so quick to judge.

She say, Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in chinch?

There were chinch bugs and grasshoppers, months of drought, elections, slavery, secession, talk of war—the adult world of trouble, though, was not real enough to dim the goodness of an April morning.

I had felt faint in the hot sun many times myself and had seen chinch bugs eat up whole fields of wheat, and yet I did not want to die.

All the houses was made of logs and we slept on shuck and grass mattresses what was allus full of chinches.