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I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. Blest with a fond husband, surrounded by every comfort, you have never been assailed by the horrible temptations to which misery has exposed me. You must always shave and part your hair straight. It doesn't matter that you deal with black people. His physical body was predictably paralyzed with shyness and fear of rejection, barely soothed with a series 51 of blatantly direct requests and compliments. . And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression.
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