"Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. ” “Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. Creative work appeals to me wonderfully.
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