But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. This hand consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened.
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