But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered.
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