I’ll make any reasonable arrangement you like. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. You are my wife now and you belong to me. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. The small bed’s hospital corners had been put into disarray by Michelle’s crying fit. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. ’ A faint smile crossed Gerald’s lips.
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