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As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. I examined the Condemned Hold myself carefully this morning, and didn't find a nail out of its place. You won't often see white folks. He took up his hat and went. I decline to waste a single second even in considering the ugly ones. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. These sham ideals and advanced notions.
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