“My goodness, Jack! What difference would it make if, after all these years, you were to find out that I was one or two per cent coloured?” Bellew put out his hand in a repudiating fling, definite and final. “Oh, no, Nig,” he declared, “nothing like that with me. I know you’re no nigger, so it’s all right. You can get as black as you please as far as I’m concerned, since I know you’re no nigger. I draw the line at that. No niggers in my family. Never have been and never will be.” Irene’s lips trembled almost uncontrollably, but she made a desperate effort to fight back her disastrous desire to
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