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The few whites he had ever known generally offered to pet him when they really wanted to kick him. Perhaps you will explain the state of panic into which I seem to have thrown you. ” Resigned, she rosined the bow and tightened the loose strings. You are too credulous. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror.
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