” She laughed heartily, and became as suddenly grave. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. She would just walk out of the house and go. “You have succeeded a little too well in your personation,” she said bitterly, “to get rid very easily of Mr. ’ But I made sure it was you. You are queerly educated; and it strikes me that your father had some definite purpose in thus educating you. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals.
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