She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. Certain simple purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires. None saw, though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his voice. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father.
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