“Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. " He bent his head to his knees. I’ve wanted you—always. ” “She has chances?” he said, helping her out. Supposing he too wanted love and his arms were as empty as hers? Some living thing that depended upon her. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say.
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