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Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat.
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