’
There was no denial in Martha’s face, though Melusine longed to hear her
words contradicted. She was glad to join in
the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a
thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. You will make him get his daughter, if you please. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white
robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. ”
She said, ignoring the absurdity of her own statement. You’re a
far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. ’
‘That’s easy. ‘One
of your countrymen, perhaps?’
The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the
darkness. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. I didn’t
believe him and I said so.
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