“It was my sister Anna. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. Burn your palette and your easel. A boy can forget his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular distraction in doing fancy work. I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards.
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