‘Merci, dieu. ‘What a fate he finds for me. You are my Sir Galahad, so faithful and true that it is a wonder you exist. But I wanted to find out more, partly so I could share it with him. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. "Come home directly, Sir. " "How did he take it?" "He did not seem to care.
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