But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. ‘Playing games to tease me, that’s all he can think of doing. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. "Don't alarm yourself.
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