" She kindled with sympathy. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. " "Iss, Massa Austin," replied the black. The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. And I’m afraid. Of course.
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