“I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. Wood to a seat within it, immediately pushed from land.
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