‘I know just what he was doing. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. You shall tell me if I am wrong. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual habit, she would have no problem. I am sure. He won’t be in uniform. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. For a time Spurlock did not move. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by the utter fallowness of his mind. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say.
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