" "Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust. I’m starving. . You shall lie upon your back; your head shall be covered; and your feet shall be bare. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. You're always complaining that you can't keep anybody more than three months.
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