But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter.
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