"New shoes," said the driver. His voice had the same quality of secrecy and insinuation his eyes had. "You oughtn't to take no walk in new shoes-hot weather."
The hiker looked down at the dusty yellow shoes. "Didn't have no others shoes," he said. "Guy got to wear 'em if he got no others."
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
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