It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. The girls had such freedom, a wonderful chance afforded to them to go out in the wide world before making babies, it was nothing like the world she had come of age in. "Tomorrow I shall have a visitor. "Flight is still left me," replied Trenchard. " "Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment.
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