The latter had delivered himself from one of his assailants, the attendant, Davies. He made this simple classification of a large and various sex to the exclusion of all intermediate kinds; he held that the two classes had to be kept apart even in thought and remote from one another. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe.
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